The Poor Relations
Oh weekend weez so glad you’re here. Meowllo everypawdy how’re ya’ doin’? You all know we be da poor relatives right? It’s okay, we know it. You know mommy qualifies fur one of those cheap cell fones. Yeah dat’s right, they be free all across da country ‘cept here in one of da poorest states in da Union. Here they cost money. Anyways, they don’t get a signal at our house so mommy’s just always kept her old prepaid fone. It dusn’t get a signal at da house eever, and it ain’t smart by no stretch of da magination; but it’s cheaper than da cheap government fones. So anyways this past week mommy had to go pick up her medicine from da farmacy and da cheap cell fone peeps had a tent set up outside da grocery store. Mommy decided to go on over and ask ‘bout da smarty pants fones. Ya’ know what? They had one. Sum android job fur da cheap. So mommy thought she’d take da plunge and smarten up wiff da rest of da world.
A few minutes later and mommy was off wiff her new teeny tiny smarty pants fone. Yep dat’s right, it’s ‘bout 4 inches wiff a 3 inch screen and a keypad smaller than mommy’s pinky. Sissy and me fur sure won’t be usin’ this fone, but dat’s okay, it don’t get service anywhere but da grocery store…5 miles away. MOL So mommy tried to connect to da innernet but when she typed in meez blog address da auto correct kept changin’ it. Course mommy’s not as smart as da fone so it took 10 tries and 45 minutes fur her to figger out what was happenin’. We still haven’t found da auto correct button to turn it off, cuz mommy had another little accident in da meantime and now has a finger twice it’s size. Me knows what you all are finkin’. Mommy got ripped off by sum fly by night. but truth is, our town is just dat small. We don’t have any cell stores within a 100 miles so da companies set up little tents in these small towns like ours and do business. There’s lots of little towns like ours in Oklahoma. And da tent’s there 4-5 days a week, so they be a real business. Course dat doesn’t mean mommy didn’t get ripped off. MOL
Anyways, meez been takin’ it easy on mommy and not askin’ her to type too much cuz she broke a fingernail. Now me knows what you’re thinkin’. BooHoo a broken fingernail, just get over it. Right? Normally me wuld agwee, but this ain’t just any broken fingernail. Mommy has purretty long nails to begin wiff and it bwoke way down in da quick. Me thought she wuld never get it to stop bleedin’. 2 days later it’s finally stopped, lessen she bumps it, gets it wet, or ketches it on sumfin’. And it ain’t purretty, let me tell ya’. Me kept meowin’ at her to stop typin’ da furst day cuz da blood was everywhere. So weez takin’ it easy fur now and will get back to visitin’ and commentin’ more when mommy’s finger gets better. Maybe in da meantime, she can smarten up da smarty pants fone afur she gets so furustrated she has ‘em turn it off. MOL
In other news, a couple of meez fellow cat scouts sent me and sis Lexi a little sumfin’ sumfin’ fur Christmas. Mommy let me see and smell ‘em but she wuldn’t let me have ‘em. Oh da torture. cuz let me tell ya’ they all smell divine. Thank you sooooooooo much Dora, Tiger, Trouble and Spooky. We can’t wait to open yous gift. And fank yous bunches Timmy, Einstein, Fitz, Buttons, Rumpy, Buddy, Toby and uncle Pete. Me can’t believe mommy took back da toys after lettin’ me smell ‘em. Meez thinkin’ me might need to call Austin and have a NuCat meetin’ over this or sumfin’. Me better wrap it up. poor mommy’s one handed typin’ is fadin’. Y’all enjoy da weekend and member, Christmas is almost here.
OMC me almost furgot; weez joinin’ da Pet Parade as always.
Till da next time………………………………..Be Blest!!!