Daily Archives: August 11, 2017
Hey is anypawdy out there? It’s me, RaenaBelle. It’s furinally Furiday, and guess what? It’s stormin’ here again. Yep, it rolled in last night and looks like it’s gonna stay ‘round thru most of next week. As ya’ know, sis Dezi is still off at (virtual) Cat Scouts summer camp. Well, she must’ve found some where that had innernet service cuz she sent an email last night and wanted to come home. Seems she’s been passed over fur the highest purrmotion fur the fourth time and feels like they don’t want her anymore. Of course mommy told her she could come home, but that ifin she did, she would be sendin’ a message that she was a quitter. And, we ain’t no quitters, mommy said. Mommy told her to put on a smile and kill ‘em with kindness. Somethin’ ‘bout ketchin’ more bees with honey or somethin’ like that. Mommy reminded her that she was a Southern Belle and as such, she had a duty to be pawlite and sweet, no matter what.
Me’s never gonna be anythin’ but a Sabertooth.
I’s couldn’t care less ‘bout all that, I’s ready fur sissy to come home. Ya’ know, keepin’ up with the bloggy all by mine’s self is a lot of work. And besides, I’s don’t want anypawdy pickin’ on mine’s sissy…that’s mine’s job. MOL Hey, did ya’ll know they have movies on that chatter box with kitties in ‘em? Sure ‘nuff. I’s was watchin’ one the other day, and there was this big kitty that kept chuffin’ at me. She sure seemed worried. I’s kept tryin’ to tell her I’s was right here, but she just kept chuffin’.
I’s right here kitty. Why can’t you hear me?
And then, she tried to get me to help her take down a behemouth of a beast. Somethin’ ‘bout bein’ a ketcher?. I’s don’t know why she’d want li’l ol me to be a ketcher. You should’a seen the size of that thing. Do any of you kitties watch the chatter box?
Are you crazy? I’s not ketchin’ that thing, it’s Huuuuuuge!!!!
And hey, did ya’ll know mine’s mommy can sew? I’s never seen anythin’ like that machine she calls a sewin’ machine. I’s always knew there was a table beside the counters but I’s had no idea what was under all that clutter. Yep, mommy had some clutter. She says it isn’t clutter it’s shoppin’ bags, but hey, ifin ya’ don’t do any shoppin’ and ya’ never use those bags, they’re clutter. Right? Anyways, sis Dezi needed a hat fur summer camp, so mommy moved all those shoppin’ bags and voila, a sewin’ machine appeared. Now that was cool. Right up till the minute mommy broke the needle. Then, it was all, arms wavin’ in the air and yellin’ “danger, danger, get away, stay back.” Fankfully, she was able to get all the pieces up and change out that needle in time to get sissy’s hat made. I’s can’t wait to see what she makes next.
I’s’ll just watch the rain and wait fur sissy.
Well, guess I’s better run. I’s hear thunder rumblin’ thru again. Fank the cats, sissy will be back home soon to tell us all ‘bout summer camp. I’s know ya’ll wanna know how it went and hear all ‘bout her adventures there. We’ll be ‘round to visit ‘tween storms, so ya’ll stay safe now, ya’ hear?.
Till the next time……………………………………..Be Blest!!!
Luvs and Hugs and Kitty Kisses