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Showing posts with label cat blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat blogging. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Summa Pains

Teh summa haz ben mixd up fur me. Teh start had me frowing up moar. Ai haz sum speshul food whut Ai duz not liek. Mom got teh nuggets kine but Ai duznt liek taht so much needer. So Ai tries 2 sneek Wimphead's fude. Ai kin jis glare at him & he will moov, cuz Ai am FURS CAT!!!

 Mom & Poppa cot on 2 taht trik & started feeding him at a diffurnt tiem Or, in teh case of Mom, who haz moar payshins, stand rite tehre & wach me eat mai noms.But when Wimphead moovs Ai eat his fude enyways. Mom haz started mixing medicine fude wiht teh reglar stuff so Ai will eet moor ov it.
Ai also has mai arfritis aking up moar so Ai haz to keep mai bones warm on Poppa or on teh catio cement. Sumtiems in mai favrit lawn cher next 2 Poppa's. Poppa iz teh only wun in teh hows who lieks a cold, cold hows.

Well, Ai haz 2 go nak owtsides now fur warming mai bones. Ow! Mai lef shoulder hurts!

~Emperor Bob

Friday, July 5, 2013

Cat Spit Misseries--Epuhsode 1-Part 2

Chapper 4: Interrogating Furs Suspek Stubby-K
Mr. Bob, wunnerful hansum & debunnare cat, wuz in a quandry ez 2 whut wuz goin' on wiht al teh cat spit on his cat toys. Noo roommate, a big urnge cat, wuz helping him scowt teh mansion perimeters fur teh skray cat whut sumtiems crossed teh territory ov his kingdom.

"Wayt!" Big Urnge stuk owt hiz paw. "Ecoute! Heer dat? Mus' be Stubby-K teh skray!"
 Bob lissened & heerd skrachin in teh weeds behine teh kingdom fence. It wuz indeed Stubby. He wuz a skray cat whut had haff a tail. Sumtiem staff lef' dry food at edge of kingdom fur him. 

"Come on owt, Stubby!" called Mr. Bob. Stubby peek owt from behine a bush.

"Look, Ai duhwan no trubbuls frum u 2day, Bob." Stubby growled.

"Nah, Ai not chasing u off 2day," sed Bob. "Ai jus' wanna know if u haz been in mai hows labeling ur spit on mai stuff lately."

"Hmph! R U kiddin'?" Stubby scoffed. "U know ur staff skerrs me! Ai onlee gits to teh edge ov teh kingdom fur food tehy leevs affer all u guys goes bak in!"

"Pish! A likely story!" sed Big Urnge. "Me, Umma bat u hed!" Big Urnge stomped his paw on teh grownd & Stubby disapeerded fru teh bushes an' wuz gone. "Skerrdy cat," Mumbled BigUrnge. 

"Wayt!" sed Mr. Bob. "Ai not exkyoos u! Ai haz moar kweschins!"

Jus' tehn staff call to say supper iz reddy & Mr. Bob & BIg Urnge run bak 2 teh mansion.






Chapper 5: Big Urnge Haz Ideer

Ez ushual Big Urnge gulped down hiz dinner an' wuz done in a flash. Mr. Bob took hiz tiem fur eeting becuz he eets polite an' is royultee. Tehn him deesided 2 recline in teh fambly room fur grooming and waching Burn Notis folloed bai NCIS. Ez he enterd teh room, much to hiz surprise he saw Big Urnge taking a fuzzy toy mows frum unner the sofa.

"Hey! Big Urnge! W'at R u doin'?!" Bob inkwired
'"Um...uh.." Big Urnge mumbuld. He dropped teh mows so he cud say: "Mais, M'sieur, Ai am moving teh mowsie so taht...um ...Stubby cannot finds it if he shud sneek into tihs house agin. Mais oui, taht's whut Ai am doing!"

"Oh... Ai see," sed Mr. Bob fotfully rubbing his chin wiht his paw. A fot camed 2 Mr. Bob's fabyoolus brane.  "Dont moov! Stay rite there, Big Urnge." He strolled to teh kichen an tookd a look et Big Urnge's food bowl. Tehn he sniffd it. Ah HA! Famillyer smelling cat spit!

"Hey! M'sieur Bob! Ai hav anudda ideer! Mebbe dem evul Skwurl Brudders been gittin' in heer!" sed Big Urnge.

"Hold it!" sneered Mr. Bob. "Lemme smell taht mows, Big Urnge."

"Wha-- why sho--Hey!" sed Big Urnge. " Oh, mon dieu! Taht mows, she be gone!"
"What?!" gasped Mr. Bob.
"Yah, taht mows Ah jus' had done disappeerd!" sed Big Urnge as he looked round. "Taht sho wuz fas' ov tehm evul Skwurl Brudders!"
"Grrr! Tohse Evul Skurls!" Bob growled. "You jus' wayt! We'll git staff 2 opun teh door so we kin hav a talk wiht tohse evul guys!"
[Part Free (3) ov Epuhsode 1 of Cat Spit Misseries will be heer b4 u kno it! ~Bob]



Saturday, June 29, 2013

Cat Spit Missterees-- Epuhsode 1, by Mr. Bob Buttons, Esq.

Chapper 1: Cat Royultee
It wuz a dark & stormee nite. Teh man ov teh hows, a  hansum gray striped tabby wif a regul pink nose, sipped his cat nip tea from his porslun cat dish. His nem was Mr. BobButtons, and he wuz cat so-sytee's goldun boy: Debbinair, cat-abot-town. Him wuz also super slooth in hiz spare time. If cat so-sytee membas needed a missteree solved, Mr.Bob wuz tehr go-2 guy.

Mr. Bob had all kines ov cat toys at his hiss-pozawl. He had hyoomin staff fur purviding his evury need. All he hadda do wuz clap his paws 2gedder. Sum sed wuz cat royultee--deesendint ov Egyptshun cat kings. But Ai digress.


Chapper 2: Teh Interloper
Wile teh real-rayne continued owtsides, Mr.Bob sipped his catnip tea & enjoyed a epuhsode ov Burn Notice on his big screem TV. Suddunly, he heered teh arrivul ov teh fambly car. He smelld his favrit staff--teh wun who gits his breffass, knowd ez Mom. But, whut iz tihs? He smelld sumfing berry diffrunt. He smelld [dramatic myoosik--Dum dum DAAAAH!] a skranger!

 

Teh skranger wuz big & Urnge. He did not talk much. Mr. Bob sed 2 his staff,  "Git him sumfing 2 eat. But dont use mai bowl. He kin stay ez long ez he stays outta mai way."

"Fank yew, Mr. Bob Buttons, sir." sed the staff--& tehy bowed & skraped ez Mr.Bob excused tehm frum the room. 

And so fur days teh skranger stayed & he hided in teh wash room & sumtiems he sleeped on teh bak ov teh sofa wiht teh staff. Slowly he becomd moar brave & begind 2 walk moar freely abot Mr.Bob's kingdom. Tehn him eben sleep in plays ov ohner at hed ov bed wher staff sleep at feet (but staff fink cats iz at feet ov bed).
 Mr.Bob hav 2 wurds 2 say abot tihs: "Not cool." But big Urnge skranger hav no udder plays 2 stay so Mr. Bob wiht gud & open hart let him stay. "Jus' stay ur big Urnge tail on TAHT side ov mai bed & dont cross ober to mine."


Chapper 3: Cat Spit
If deer reeder duzn't know, cats stake claym by rubbing tehr mowf on stuff tehy lieks. Taht let udder cats know whut belongs. Mr. Bob had his rubs on ebbrting in his kingdom. Iz Mr. Bob law.  

"Bermember, tihs mai kingdom. Ai jus' lets u liv heer. Mai cat rubs iz on ebbrting. U kin smell wher Ai rubs teh side of mai mowf. If u smells taht, DONT tuch b'cuz iz MINE!"

So Big Urnge skranger go play unner kichen tabul &unner bed wher Mr. Bob haz no intiriss & wher Mr. Bob sez he kin stay there fur playing & napping.


Tehn wun day it happun! Wors kays sunario: Free, count 'em, free catnip mowses smell liek anudder cat's spit! Tihs will not do! Mr. Bob Button's Cat Law iz broked in his own kingdom! 

"Who did tihs berry bad fing!" say Mr. Bob. Tehre wuz no anser frum nobuddy. Hmph.

Nex day tehre was cat spit on side of teh frig and on wun of Mr. Bob's favrit napping spots on the luv seat. Cudnt ax staff to help b'cuz tehy didnt seem 2 unnerstan, so Mr. Bob hadda go remark all his own spot. BUT he cudnt cover teh cat spit on teh toy mowses. Tehy wuz jus' tooo, tooo sachrayted. Evun teh mowses Mr. Bob hided unner teh sofa from staff.

"Hey, Big Urnge! U knows ennyfing abot tihs?" Mr. Bob ax. Yooshally he not talk 2 Big Urnge unless he in teh way--to tell him 2 git owt of teh way.

"Oh mais non ,M'sieur Bob!" He say, liking his chops. "Dont know nuffing abot taht! Mebbe iz taht cat waht walk across teh bakyard tout le temps. "
Such dill-lemma! Mr. Bob iz upset. He contemplake teh kingdom owtsides & ax staff to look owt tehre fur anudder cat. But staff iz not alweys smart. Taht iz why tehy is staff. 

"Ai kno!" sed teh Urnge wun, "Ai go owt tehr wit u, M'sieur Bob. Ai help u patrol the perimetre. We will see wher dis cheer udder cat haz been ober u kangdom an chase him off & cover him smells."

"Gud ideer fur Big Urnge dummy!" say Mr. Bob. He sit bai catio door & yoos mentul telepathy 2 git staff to opun. Mom staff goed owt 2 wurk on  Mr. Bob's kingdom garden at twilight wile Mr. Bob & Big Urnge scout bakyard.

[Stay tuned for Epuhsode 2 ov Cat Spit Missterees---Coming soon! Saym cat time, Saym cat stayshun! ~Bob]




Saturday, March 30, 2013

FOOD!!!

Y'all know how much Ah luvs food! Affer all, Ah'm a sowt Loozanna cat! AAAIIIEEEE! Mah mom med diseer video abot Looozanna food fa sum skool enfants. Enjoy!
~WHM

http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=108260a9d0da30399a024b9&skin_id=701&utm_source=otm&utm_medium=text_url

Friday, March 22, 2013

Ahhhh! PetGurl!!

When Mom camed home yessirday, Ai wuz glad to see her but better tahn taht wuz mai PetGurl camed in behine her!

 PetGurl! PetGurl! Ai lvs mai PetGurl! She is so sweet! Ai let's her pick me up. Nobody kin pick me up liek PetGurl!

We go to a room where only PetGurl open teh door and Ai kin nap on PetGurl laundry and git PetGurl hed rubs and PetGurl chin rubs. PetGurl givs me moar food in mai bowl. Ai git so full of cat food, cat treetz and cat rubs when PetGurl iz arown. If Ai wanna go owtsides & come bak insides in 5 minutes, PetGurl will lemme and PetGurl will watch teh door fur me and sit owtsides fur me!

Winston goes to hide wehn PetGurl is arown. She iz still a stranger to him. Taht is anudder plus fur having MAI PETGURL come to see me!

~Bob

Friday, February 8, 2013

Been Finking

Ai hav bee finking lately: Ai been finking abot how Ceiling Cat haz ben looking owt fur me. W'en mai urs fambly lefted me N teh hows & Aunt Carol camed 2 feed me, she cudda lefted me, too. W'en Ai got frone owt teh hows wiht teh furrrnitchur, Aunt Carol cudda callded aminul contro fur me, butshe took me 2 hr hows & Ai meeted mai PetGurl. Who knowd Aunt Carol wud tek me 2 Mom, Poppa & PetGurl's hows? Yep, Ceiling Cat wuz looking owt fur me!

So Ai'm finking, Ceiling Ca iz looking owt fur Winston, too. Ai seed him on Faysbuk & Mom went 2git him outta CAAWS wher tehy iz berry mice 2 kittehs but Winston wuz not adjustin' well. His furs fambly givved him away, too. Mom wuznt eben going 2wurk tihs summer but had a feelin' Winston wuz s'posedta liv wiht us. Taht iz Ceiiling Cat at wurk.

Long ez Winston knos who iz boss arown heer, he kin stay.

Oh, & Ceiling Cat, Ai hope U furgiv me fur wat Ai wuz finking abot Mom yessirday w'en Ai went out 2 bakyard & she furgots me & went 2 wurk.

~Bob

P.S. Mai friend Rumpy Dog is having Aminul Welfare Blogger Challinj. A had teknikul diffakultees gittin on tehre but keep tryin, ebberbuddy! Heer'steh link:
http://rumpydog.com/2013/01/27/the-animal-welfare-blogger-challenge/

Mewmember:


  • tell peepuls 2 fink abopping a older pet liek me--kitteh OR goggie is gud!
  • hug ur anipal if u haz 1
  • talk 2 Ceiling Cat 2day & ebber day! ~Bob

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Bizzy Mom

Ai hate it w'en Mom gits too bizzy. She iz bizzy wiht papers. Ai sits on her papers so she stop scribbling tehm at home. She iz bizzy fur Church Nanny Versy, whoever taht iz. Poppa wuz bizzy wiht Sir Man, but Ai cud sit nex' 2 him & help him owt bai letting him rub mai hed. Ai dont kno who SirMan iz but eber once in a wile he givs Poppa fits then he chills owt & sez "God's got it." Tihs tiem SirMan let Poppa relax frum teh start.
But all tihs bizzy stuff meens mai peepuls iz not home. Tehy hav been spending Caturdays at Kairos insted of wiht me & Win. Do u kno what taht duz fur a cat's stummick clock?!!!! Five in teh moarnin' iz breffass tiem! Five in teh ebening iz DINNA TIEM! Tehse peepuls iz disobeying CAT LAW arown heer!!!
~Bob

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Baby Kitteh Giffs

Ah cain't baleev Bob lef' his blog open to go owtside wit' Poppa! Ah git to write sum moar!

Ah knos sum  ov yas enfants--yungun's gots new bebe kittehs fo Crispmouse. Ah hopes you keep 'em safe! Ah mades a list pour vous, mes amis!

  • It do look so kyoot but if you tink you gotta dress you bebe kitteh in clothes, tek a pichurs den git dem clothes offen dat bebe! Cats kin git in places w'at will git dem trapped & choked in clothes so dont leev dem bebes dressed to kill.
  • Pick up dem lektrical cords. Bebe kittehs lieks playin wit strang, ropes & cords so if it got lektristy runnin' troo it, cher, move it, hide it & iff you cain't move it put sum Louisiana hot sauce on it wit' a cotton ball, yeah. Sown crezzy but eben if we cats frum Sud de Louisianne --South Louisiana--cain't tek hot sauce! Affer a while you bebe kitteh be tinkin all lektrical cords tays liek hot sauce a& dey leevs 'em alone.
  • Put tin furl--you know --aloomnum foil up on teh kitchen conters--speshly where de stove be. If der sumplays you dont want cats 2 jump up on, put furl on it. We dont liek to walk on it.
  • If you drops a pill find it and pick it up. Bebe kittehs liek to fine stuff wat roll 2 play wit & may put in their mouf.
  • No table food! Ah kno de TV cartoons say we luvs teh tays ov fish & mice, but we goes crezzy fur yor chikun dinner cookin'! Dont keer how we beg, feed teh food made fur us. No chikun bones needer! Cows milk be med fo bebe cows so unless you wanna see w'at a bebe kitteh wit a bad stommick look liek, dont giv bebe kitteh's milk! Der is speshul food fur teh bebe kittehs wherever catfood is sold.
  • Keep teh bebes inside unless you kin go owt wit 'em. Keep away frum fam'ly car! If you try keepin' bebe kitteh where you keep you car, when it's cold teh car engine stays warm for quite a while. Bebe kittehs may crawl up in the tire well or close 2 teh engine and be hurt bad or worser w'en you goes 2 start you car. Bes' is to keep bebe in teh hows wit' teh fam'ly.
Well, mes chers, dat's all Ah kin tink abot to say abot dis. Keep you bebe kittehs safe and teech you chirren to tek gud keer ov dem and you will hav gud pet!
AAAIIIEEE! >^-o-^<

~Winston Henry LaChat Michael!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Bonne année (Happy Mew Yeer) from WHM

Mes Amis! Mah Frans! Ah wanna sez Bonne année--Happy Mew Yers 2 yahs all! Ah be so glad 2 see dis heer yer B'cuz Ah wuznt fasho Ah wud! Mahyoosta B fambly dropp me off in da strange place
whut Ah dont kno whut goin' on or pourquoi why dey wanna givved me up. Mais Mom, she comed to git me bak in summer time & Ah been Monsieur BobButton brofur evva since! AAAAIIIIIEEEE!!!!

Nah, Ah gots ta ansa sum quirschins peepul ax liek why mah name so Anglish but mah talk so Franch. Well, mah name Ah say 'Wan-STOHN ohnREE' Ah livs in Cajun country. So is not quite Franch AH talk an' not quite Anglish but sump'n inbetween dat's only in de sud de louisiane--South Louisiana.

Nex' quirshun iz abot how me n Monsieur Bob git along. Well, nah, he OK by me & dont hiss too much no mo' BUT as Ah has become comfurbul rown dis hows Ah lieks  mah toys! M. Bob don't unnerstan' dat so he will slap me and say "Stop taht u idiot!" Sumitem Ah do git carried away playin' doe. M. Bob doan liek me eatin' none o' his lef'ova food neetha! Ah yoosta push him owt da wey & eat his ffod when Ah finish mahn but Mom & Pop tole me not 2 do dat. Mos'ly we git on. He stik wit Poppa & tehy wach TV togedda. Ah lieks 2 sit on Mom.

Las' quirschin is abot me gittin' mah own blog. No. Ah gotta Twitta & dat's enuff. As long as Bob has a blog Ah kin hijack, dis will be bien fa me! Besides, Ah haz to a'mit, Ah kinda liek de wey steem come outta his ears wheneva he find owt Ah ben on his blog!

Well, chers, bye fa now! A tout a l'heure--layta!
~Winston Henry

Catty Mew Yeer


 Mom sez  it's a mew yeer. Ai shud say sumting. Well, Ai'm TEH CAT so Ai hav a list ov catty fings fur the Mew Yeer.

  • Ai fink Winston iz a berry mice cat... if u liek berry big hed not so smart cats. Ai will treet him akkordinly...liek akkordin 2 his nomtelligents. Ai promus 2 slap him ebber now & tehn.Winston looks liek
  • Ai will wach moar NCIS & LawnOrder wiht Poppa. Taht's teh paw Ai fans wiht. Mom's shows iz not ez gud.
  • Wehn Ai haz 2 frow up, A will kerfully aim at the rug...or teh spred if Ai'm on the bed & cant git down fass.
  • Ai will try 2 git yoosed 2 teh big laptop eben tho Ai still miss Baby laptop. She wus so warm. Gud fur writing blog & fur warmz on mai paws.
  • Ai will post moar abot lost kittehs & goggies and fur tohs wat need 4ever homes.
  • Ai will try not 2 kik litter owt ov teh litter box. But since Ai dont haz 2 cleeen it up, Ai cant promus all the tiem.
  • Ai will try 2 visit mai frens blogs moar. Git so bizzy in cat bizzness & sad abot wayting fur Mom 2 come home taht Ai slakked off reeding tehm.
  • Ai will git bak 2 tweeting moar. Same reesin ez abuv
  • Ai will still be catty becuz--u got it!-- AI AM TEH CAT!
~Bob

PS--Happee Mew Yeer ebberbuddee!



Sunday, December 23, 2012

Hurry! CAAWS has Pets Fur $12

Fur teh Crispmouse seezin CAAWS (Captiol Area Animal Welfare Society) is lettin' the anipals git abopted fur jus' $12 each! Git it? 12th monf = $12. Heh, heh. AI liek how tehy do taht.

So go to Progress Road neer teh Baton Rouge Metro Airport and give a kitteh or goggie or bofe a 4ever home. Heer's teh web site:

http://www.caaws.org/welcome.php

~Bob (NOT Winston but this is where Mom got him)

Um Awarded!

Wall, Ai gots a surprise & Ai am so onnered! Ai got a ward frum Cuddly Friends fur mai blog! Yoo kin see heer at tihs link:
CLICK HERE

Wall, Winston, Whut haz u 2 say abot taht!?

Ez long ez we haz older kittehs gitting 4ever homes---iz ALL gud. Eben fur putting up wiht big hed orange cats!

Fank you, Cuddly Friends!
~Bob

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Mom! Ur awaked!

Taht meens u shud be tryin 2 git me a snak, rite? O, BTW, if Winston terns up wif broked legs, iz bcuz
(wun) he ated owt ov mai bowl agin &
(too) he rited on mai blog &
(free) his big face iz 2 close 2 mai face

~Luv Bob

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Ehhhhh, La Bas, Chers!

Dis be Winston sneekin' up, Chers on Mista Bob's blog. Heh, heh! Ah noes Ah gits on Bob's nuhvs sumtiem, Chers. He not liek mah face, mah Cajun meow aksent he say Ah gots me an' he not liek mah apputteet--mais Ah be hungry so much, yeah! Ah figgas if Ah goes 2 da kichen ever tiem Mom or Poppa goes in der, Ah'm bound 2 git a treet, yeah! Mebbe dey drops sum'n or Ah giv'em da sweet eye fur mebbe dey giv me sum'n. Mais dat's a chance Ah gotta take an' ez we say don hea in Sowth Loosianna BON CHANCE!

Mom try 2 keep us apart pour dejeuner, mais Bob be hangin' wif Poppa w'en Poppa home. Tehy wach dem criminal shows on the tv.  Ah stiks wit Mom, yeah.

Wall, Ah heers Mista Bob comin'. Gotta run, mes amis!

Oh, BTW, Urnge cats rool, yeah! Aaaiiee!

~WHM

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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

I
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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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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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Thursday, July 5, 2012

4 OJ

We hadda a mice Forf o Joolye.   4chunittly owr frens Rumpy Dog & June Buggie teh cat posted sum reminers fur pet safety. So we stayed safe--even Poppa.  Poppa dont liek firewurks eder so he satys N fur the 4 OJ & Mew Years. Mom & PetGurl went 2 see a mooovee. We wuz alrite b'cuz ther wuznt a lot of nayberhood firewurks. Jus' a li'l bit fa away. Iz illeegul eny ways, but peepuls who wanna see nice forewurks kin go downtown on the Miss Sippi Levee & see profeshnul show wich iz betta & sayfer.

Me & Poppa had gud tiem waching crime shows. Ai liek crime show wif Poppa. W'en we come owt teh back, Winston come owt but he dont liek crime shows. He sat on Mom's spot on the sofa, keepin' it warm 'til she git bak. Sumtiem he run unner the kichum tabul if me & Poppa come owt the bak 2 fas'. If Poppa hav a stinky stik Ai go owtsides wif him, jus' 2 the catio & my poopy spot N teh bakyard.

W'en Mom git bak, Winston jump on her lap liek she been gone fur days. What a big baby!




Mewmember:
  • tell peepuls 2 fink abopping a older pet liek me--kitteh OR goggie is gud! 
  •  hug ur anipal if u haz 1
  •  talk 2 Ceiling Cat 2day & ebber day! ~Bob

Thursday, June 28, 2012

That Darn Cat, Indeed

This is Bob's Mom. Bob was in PetGurl's room that he claims as his own when she's not visiting. I hear a knock at the patio door--or something resembling a knock-- and look up to see a big orange and white face staring from beneath the blinds. I opened the door and Winston strolls in as if he had just stepped out for a few minutes to play in the grass. He went straight to Bob's bowl for a bite to eat and drank from the fountain about four times. It has been very warm here--in the upper 90's and up to 102 degrees out with no rain.so I'd think he'd be past thirsty.

Oh, well. He's back in his favorite spot over my head on the back  of the sofa. I think he's reading my net book over my shoulder, actually.

Welcome home, Winston Henry.
 Oops! Gotta run for another drink?

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Winston: MIA

Poppa goes owtsides at nite wif his stinky smoke stiks & sumtiems he wakes up N the middle of teh nite. Ai goes owt wif him. Teh udder nite, abot midnite, Winston deesided 2 obercome his feer ov owtsides & go wif us. Yooshally he onlee goes owt wif Mom & he still aks kinda skerry ov Poppa. So when Poppa wuz dun wif the stinky stik he sed, :"Let's go in!" So Ai come in but Winston did not. He onlee comes fur Mom. Poppa couldn't get him so he closed teh door & fot Winston wud come skraching on the catio door lata.

At breffass, Poppa askd Mom if Winston camed 2 teh door & he tole her w'at happund. Mom sed, "WHAT!? U shudda woke me up 2 all him just tehn Bcuz he will come fur me! He's still a little afrayd of you."
Mom called and called. She & Poppa lukd unner teh cars, honked car horns 2 sker him owt. Ai went wif Mom 2 teh owtskirts of teh bakyard 2 look unner teh brambles & bushes bak tehre. Poppa hadda leev yessirday affernoon.

Owr fren Rumpy sugjes Mom leev owt his food & litta box so PetGurl put owt teh food yessirday. Ai hadda eat a bit of it 2 mek sher it tays gud fur him. Tehn Mom put owt teh litta box. Ai'm not tuching taht.

Ai hope he comes home soon. We wuz gittin' 2 be gud bros. He' s kinda shy & skerred ov stuff, so he stays close 2 Mom. Taht part gits on mai nurvs. But he plays a gud game of catnip mows soccer wif me & he knos sum gud jokes. Yah,ww wuz gettin' closer. Mom sez he haz a chip so she or PetGurl will call teh shelter 2day.

Liftin u up 2 Ceiling Cat. Winston, w'ever u R, Bro, come home!