Oh Kitties! Looky, looky, looky!
Spitty-the-Kitty has his own Coat of Arms!
My Esteemed Furiend, His Majesty Punapippuri designed it for me his very own self!
And look! There are my own Great Balls of Fire, still with me after all!
And a new Crown!
Furiends, I am nearly speechless with gratitude for His Majesty's generosity.
There are moose, mice, voles, lemmings (mmmmmm, tasty lemmings!) and a great variety of birds. Although there is no castle (a bit of a bummer, I do confess), I am sure my fellow Royal will not mind helping me construct a modest manor. Punapippuri suggests a sauna as well, but I dunno: Saunas and fursuits don't seem to mix. Maybe you gotta be a Finn to understand the appeal of that?
I am told Kiimamaa translates as the Land of Rutting. I approve of this, even as I acknowledge that recent events make the activity a tad less likely.
I thank my esteemed Royal Furiend for his gracious gift, as well as for his forgiveness of my inadvertent intrusion so uncomfortably close to the Finnish border.
Kitties, you can all rest easy now: Peace Is at Paw.