Daily Archives: November 30, 2018
MeOW Hey Raena, have you been workin’ on any new plans? Like maybe some business we could start, or some way fur us to get more treats? You know our furiends seem to get a lot of treats. We even got asked the other day how we could survive without treats.
Really sissy? Did you tell ‘em that we never got many treats, so we never developed a taste fur ‘em? We fur sure don’t like those temptation things that they make those stupid commercials ‘bout. I’s just hate that one with the guy sittin’ on the upstairs balcony throwin’ one at a time out fur some poor kitty havin’ to jump up from the ground to ketch it. Hmmmmpht Ain’t no piece of kibble that tasty.
Yeah Raena, me’s with you on that one. But that ain’t the only silly commercial. Me doesn’t know what you see in watchin’ so much tv?
Oh sissy, there’s just so much to learn. Did you know our furiend Marigold was from the hood? Word is she could teach us a thing or two ‘bout ketchin’ those hood rats you were meowin’ ‘bout the other day.
RaenaBelle, me doesn’t know how else me can meow it. Me wasn’t meowin’ ‘bout actual rats. Ifin me had been, you would’a needed to put on your runnin’ shoes. Me’s heard rats can get really big; and fur a Ragdoll, you’re kind’a small.
I’s not small sissy. I’s a long and lean mean kitty Queen.
Kitty queen huh? Me thought mommy x’plained to you that even tho’ you might be the Alpha cat in our house. you’re not the Queen, me is.
No sissy, mommy said I’s the Queen and you’re the Em-purress. By the way, what’s an Empress?
She did, did she? (Dezi contemplates the hierarchy of royalty and smiles.) Well then, me’s the Em-puress of this here ‘pawrtment.
(Raena leans over and whispers to Dezi) Ranch sissy, I’s think it sounds better.
What? We don’t live on a ranch Raena. Wherever did you come up with that one? And what difference does it make what we call it?
Well sissy, I’s know we’re from the South. And that we’re real live Southern Belles, you know like Scarlet? But, I’s thought peeps might think we’re purrejudice or somethin’ ifin we called our place a Plantation. And, since mommy worked on a couple of horse and cattle ranches when she lived in Georgia, and we luvs horses, I’s thought a ranch was the next bestest thing.
(Dezi shakes her head while furrowing her brow.) Only you Raena, only you. Sometimes me just can’t follow your logic. Me’s not even sure you are logical.
I’s don’t have a clue what you’re meowin’ ‘bout sissy, but mommy says there’s nuffin’ wrong with me wantin’ to call our ‘pawrtment a ranch. Mommy says to dream big and believe and that’s x’actly what I’s doin’. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll wake up and be on our very own fur real ranch.
Sure Raena, whatever you meow. (Dezi thinks to herself about prowling the halls of a real ranch and waking to the crow of a rooster.) That would be kind’a nice. Anyways, are you goin’ with mommy to her doctor’s ‘pointment today?
pawsum? No red or inflamation or gunky oil or anythin’. Just clear blue.
Mommy cut out mine’s other eye but it looks just as good.
That’s the plan sissy. I’s gonna have to go get ready here purretty soon. Furst tho’, let’s link up with Comedy Plus fur Feline Furiday.
Well Raena, while ya’ll are gone me’s just gonna be enjoyin’ a little nap on the scratcher here. Mr. Sunshine’s here and there’s no sight of old man Winter anywhere. At least not today.
Till the next time…………………………………………….Be Blest!!!
Dezi: Vibrant Blue
RaenaBelle: Navy Blue