Daily Archives: February 8, 2015
Meowllo evewypawdy, and a blest Sunday to ya’. Kittens, it seems like we just did this. Time is just flyin’ by. Mommy’s been a little unnew da wedder wiff da cawfin, and nose blowin’, da extwa pain fwum da cold and now a pawful migwaine. It wuz so bad dat mommy wuz talkin’ (moanin’) in hers sleep and even woke up to sis Lexi givin’ hers a head massage. Or fur those dat doubt weez know what weez duin’ as Service Cats, maybe we just wanted mommy to get up. MOL (we know nun of ow wegular weaders fall into this categowy, but we hav weceived a foo emails lately dat doubt cats can be twained) Purrawlly spammers, but just in case.
It’s sunny and bwight out today and it’s posed to be in da 70’s. So aside fwum hangin’ on da new cat twee, mommy purromised we kuld go fur a stwoll. And hers got a list to giv to mr. W. Cuz just as we wuz gunna get ow dinner last night, there wuz mr. W bangin’ on da door cuz Buddy had gotten out again. Hims always duz this at dinner time. We knew dat wuz da purrawllem afur mommy opened da door cuz mr. W wuz yellin’ it fwu da closed door. So mommy opened da door and there wuz mr. W sittin’ there in fwunt of da door wiff a flashlight and Buddy not 6 feet behind him unnew da big ole oak twee in fwunt of ow pawtment stawin’ at mommy. She sez she kulda swore hims had a Cheshire gwin goin’. So mommy yelled at hims to get hims hineybo home and he took off towards hims pawtment. Whew, at least weez not hav to postpone dinner fur mommy to go out chasin’ him fwu da woods.
Yous can’t see da twee here but you
can see sum of it’s shadow.
Mommy sez mr. W’s just gunna hav to step it up and purrvide sum fings fur Buddy. See a kupple years ago hims bought Buddy a cat twee. Well he put it in da bedwoom way away fwum da window and never saw Buddy use it. After a mumff, he gave da twee to hims housekeeper sayin’ Buddy wuldn’t use it and didn’t like it. Hmmph Weez seen Buddy climb da oak twees when mommy’s twyin’ to get him to go back home. Mommy also gave mr. W sum gwass seeds to gwo fur Buddy as hims eats purrlenty when he gets out, and purrawlly has a upset tummy most of da time cuz hims eats dat yucky dollaw genewal bwand food. Mr. W kuld afford better noms fur Buddy, he just dusn’t wanna spend da munny.
Anyways, back to da gwass. Mr. W sed hims planted da gwass and Buddy dug it all up. Mommy told him dat ifin hims had put enuff seeds in there da gwass wulda been too dense fur Buddy to stwew dirt evewy where. Well hims never planted anymore gwass. And Buddy’s scwatchers get all used up purretty fast, cuz mr. W won’t spend more than a kupple dollaws fur da little corrugated cawd board piece, and only one a year. OMC Will dat man evew lissen to mommy?. Mommy told him it wuz fine to buy dat type cuz fankfully Buddy likes ‘em, but he shuld buy sevewal fur difffewent places in da house and weplace them more offen. Like when Buddy quits usin’ ‘em and stawts usin’ da furniture. So mommy has a list of fings mr. W needs to do fur Buddy to keep him fwum wunnin’ out da door evewytime it’s opened. So migwaine or not, mommy purromissed we kuld go stwollin’.