Good news today, please.

We are all anxious but Max is there alone, with that tube coming into his throat.

I don´t know what a virus is, because I am only a kitty, but whatever it is, please Mr Virus, go go go away. And if the heart is ill, then please, Mr Heart, come home and get better sleeping with us on the sofa, watching TV at night, and looking at the heart-shaped ivy in the balcony.

Come soon, Max.

We love you.

I love you,

Gaia.

PS: I can find your smell everywhere. I like it. But I prefer it with you at HOME.