hurry cane eye-sik

Mom sed Grandmom wuz not feeling well so she wud stay wif her for teh hurry cane. Poppa sed he wud keep me & mintully deefishunt Winston at teh hows. Poppa put all teh patio furnichur next 2 teh hows or insides & sum potted plants, too. Petgurl camed ober & she & Mom put sum fings n her car.

Ai dunno from a hurry cane but Ai go owtsides wif Poppa 2 see if Ai kin help him. Winston is still a li'l skerred of Poppa. akshully, he is skerrepd ov almos' ebberfing & ebberbuddee except Mom. He is skerred 2 poop owtsides so he makes reely big ones in teh box & me & Pop cant stand that! Fur a bit he was missing teh box bcoz he is so big, so Mom & Petgurl took him to teh vet. They brot Winston & some special food back.                  

So later Poppa sed Ai better go owtsides while Ai can. He sed Ai better play, poop ir whatevah bcoz it wud not be eezee lata. Ai dint kno wat he wuz talkin' abot but Ai knew Ai dint need 2 b owtsides.

Teh winds blowed hard taht nite & Ai stayed neer Poppa. I hurded some shingles blow off teh roof. Winston ran unner teh kichen table. Lites went off fur a lil wyle. Poppa & Ai cundt wach NCIS or LAw & Orda! But it dint last long & ther wuznt 2 much reel rains. Lites camed bak on, Poppa scooped teh litta box--& gagged 'cos he dont yooshally do it, speshully behind Winston. Then he fed us & all wuz rite wit the wurl. Exsep Mom stayed wit grandma fur a bit longer to help owt ober tehre.

Ez long ez Ai had directv, Poppa's side & sum cat food all wuz rite wif teh wurl, Tehn Mom stayed home & didnt go 2 wurk fur a few days moar! Ai liek Mom staying home. Un4chnutly, so duz Winston who hogs her lap. ennyways, fur taht Ai cud deel wiht Hurry cane Eye-sik.

Lata
~Bob B

Mice Pikchur Mom. Wont wurk! Poopy Day is Poopy Day!

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Ai am steemin' mad! Not angwee..MAD! Furst she goes away fur, wat seems liek yeers fur a cat! A whole week in June & anudder week in July! Tehn she starts drivin' teh car bak 2 taht plays called "skools" agin. Tehn she put Poppa aginst me & tehy cot me & put me in teh [gasps & whispers] *carrier! 

Mom let's me owt ebbr mornin' fur poopies, well Ai dint hafta poopy rite away. Sumtiem Ai gotta play in teh grass, lookit teh burds, fuss bak at Evil Skwurl. Wall, she wuz rushin' me so she chase me bak in wher it wuz waytin fur me--teh dredded carrier--wich meens 1 fing: Tehy R tekking me 2 the vet!

Ai run liek teh wind! Poppa betrayed me & tried 2 ketch me. Ai run frew his legs 2 the bak room wher Mom keched me.

On the way Ai hollers reel lowd fur Poppa. Ai am so mad! Teh carrier falls ober 2 teh floor of teh car & Mom cant fix it bcoz she gotta bad arm on taht side & Ai'm behine her. Ai'm yellin' liek krezzy now..& taht iz when mai stomik let's loose. OH TEH SHAME, TEH AGONEE! Tehre iz poopies ebberywher in taht evul carrier & all ober mai byootiful fur taht Ai wurks so hard 2 keep byootiful! Wall, Ai jus' LOST IT!

Tehn Ai wuz at teh vet MAD as hek! DONT YOO TUCH ME, PEEPULS! 

Ai hissed & fot & tried 2 bite. Ai wuz not havin' it! Tehy cleeend my fur & the evul carrier wich wuz cool but Ai wuz not having no exam stuff. Not mai mowf, not mai stommik, not mai eers. NOT!!

Wehn Mom & PetGurl camed 2 git me, TEHY TATTLE ON ME, so Ai giv 'em wun more good hiss fur good meyshur.

Ai'm still mad at Mom. Ai let her tuch mai fur a li'l lass nite. OK, she kin still feed me breffass, BUT TAHT'S IT. OK mebbe she kin still lemme go owtside fur poop & play. BUT TAHT'S ALL. 

Ai'm gonna lay on teh bed bai Poppa now fur good naps.Go to wurkskool, Mom. Git outta mai face...until suppertiem.

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Nudder Full Mooon

Ai know Ai haznt been bloggin' in a while. Fur 1 fing, me & Win enjoyed teh full moon las' week. Or wuzzit week B4? I dunno. Tehn Mom lef' town & took the net book. PetGurl stayed wif me & Win but she kep' her lap top close bai her & wudnt lemme see it xcep' 2 wach a few fings on MEWtoob. Ai liek MEWtoob AND AI liek a full mooon.

~Bob

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