He Reeely Lieks Me

Hello ebberbuddee. Tihs is Winston, agin. Mr. Bob acts liek he's ignoring me sumtiems but he reely lieks me. At nite Ai kik a catnip mows nex 2 him & he kiks it bak. If Ai tag him on teh hallway & next fing u kno we R runnin' up & down teh hall chasin' eech udder's tails. He will nebber admit it arown hyoomins, btu he lieks me. Ai kno it.

Wen Poppa is home, he hangs owt wif Poppa. He dont liek me being on Mom's lap so he will wlak away wit his nose in teh air. He sez fings we cat's kin heer each udder say--liek wen he calls me a big baby & tells me Ai stink. But wen we R alone he meks sher Ai has food & he plays wit me& lets me play wif his catnip mowses.

Yah, he's not foolin' ennybuddee.

~Winston.

Mai Mom iz Bak & Udder Mew Cat Songs

Mai Mom iz Bak

Mai Mom iz bak & she's gonna B in trubble!

Hey nonny nah, mai Mom iz bak!

Win best git bak Ai'm gonna pop him like a bubble,

Hey nonny nah, mai Mom iz bak!

Mom, u kno U shu'n't grieve me.

Mom, u kno u shu'n't lee'mee.

Well, Ai'm a big boy now but Ai lieks 2 B N charge now.

Wah ooooo! Wah ooooo!

And wit' mai PetGurl heer U kno Ai'm livin' large now.

Wah ooooo!

Cant u see?!

Ai'll leev u a poopee w'eneva Ai gits angry.

Hey nonny nah, mai Mom iz bak!

And blok Win's bowl when big boy gits hungry.

Hey nonny nah, mai Mom iz bak!

Hey, Ai'm not interrogatin'

But w'ern teh wurl is Poppa waitin'?

Well, Ai'm a big boy now but Ai dont liek no surprises!

Wah ooooo! Wah oooo!

I'll leev fur on his pillo & thro teh kitteh eyes

Wah oooo!

He wont be mad at me!

Yeah mai Mom is bak! 

Yeah, mai wurl's on trak

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Mom is heer!

Onlee Poppa haz sum'n 2 feer

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,Mom is bak!

eah, yeah, yeah, yeah,Mom is bak!

Revoluushun

Gonna b a revolooshun of goggies & cats

Whachoo fink abot taht?

Finkin' 'bot a gud salooshun. Oh, boys & gurls

We jus' wanna change teh wurl

To a plays w'er on ebbr corner

Is a gud resposibul pet owner

Ebbry fing is gonna be alright

If ebbry animal kin be alright

Alright! 

Tihs is not a mew ideer, it jus' meks a betta wurl

Havin' pets nootered & spayed, teh boys & teh girls

So owr numbers  dont spiral

N2 a homeless pet exploshun now

And hav us roamin' from home. Anyhow

Ebery fing is gonna be alright

If u do tihs fur U & me

Alright!

Alright!

Mooie Mooie

(Tune of Louie, Louie)

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.

No,no, no, no!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.(ugh!)

No, no, no, no!

Well mai mom tol' me jus' teh udder day

Not 2 hang rown teh ceral bowl & play

'Cuz eben 'tho Ai liek it  & it smell so gud

Milk dont do a cats body enny gud!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.

No,no, no, no!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.(ugh!)

No, no, no, no!

Well Ai di'nt lissen 2 w'at Mmom sed

And Ai decided 2 go ahed

And lap up teh white stuff enny how

U kno w'at Ai meen: the stuff from teh cow

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.

No,no, no, no!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.(ugh!)

No, no, no, no!

Well mai tummy felt so gud fur a little while

And all ov a sudden ebber fing went wild

Mai tummy started moovin on it's own

Frum deep wiffin in Ai herd a reel lowd groan!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.

No,no, no, no!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.(ugh!)

No, no, no, no!

Ai ran 2 teh bak room quik ez a fox

Fownd teh door closed 2 mai litta box

Mai poor ol' tummy was carryin' a load

And just liek St. Helen Ai start 2 Xplode!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.

No,no, no, no!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.(ugh!)

No, no, no, no!

Mom frowed me owtsides fur a week & a day

'Cuz she had cleen up a big mess taht day

So lissen 2 me & heer me now

Cow's milk is made jus' fur baby cows!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.

No,no, no, no!

Ai sed a-mooie mooie! O' baby ur no gud fer me.(ugh!)

No, no, no, no!

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

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

N Mom's Face

Hi. It's me, Winston Henry again. Thot Ai'd tek a few minits w'ile Bob is napping in teh bedroom 2 say a few fings.  

Firs' fing is, Ai fink iz grate fur peepuls to tek home pets taht R not babies. Ai wuz not sher w'at dees peepul wantd wit me at firs' but now Ai kno tihs is mai home.

Mr. Bob knos tihs is mai home too eben toh he is teh boss.  Ai haz mai own bowls & mai own litta poopy box. We kin share Mom's lap but Ai mus' git in her face & stay close Bcos Ai not want her lost. Ai mus kno wher she iz at all tiems. 

Here is pic of me & Mom. She is trying to do sumpn' & bAi haz 2 chek it owt bai gittin ' N her face & mekin' sher she sees me firs'.

Uh-oh. Mr. Bob is waking up. Gotta run.

~winston

P. S. Neber go owtsides bai urself. U mite git los' & taht is berry skerry. It happun 2 me!

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?

Taht Darn Cat!

We saw Winston las nite! Mom & PetGurl camed home from VBS and wuz abot 2 put up los' cat sines w'en Winston came dowt of his hiding place unner tha nayber's drive. He wuz sittin' unner a car & anserd wen Mom called him but liek he wuznt sher who she wuz. Persnully, Ai fink he is crazy.

I sat in teh front yard & talk 2 him, Cats talk 2 eeech udder wher hyoomins cant heer. Wen we talk 2 hyoomins teht heer, "Meow."

Ai'm tellin' him, "Doood, it's Mom. Folla her home liek she's tryin 2 git u 2 do." But he is lookin' liek unsher. He comed haff-way 2 her tehn run N2 teh pipe unner teh drive way. Mom call him sum moar & he come owt fer rubs. Tehn Mom carefully pik him up & he was OK fur abot 5 sekunds & he kik & run off.

Mom went 2 git teh PetGurl & teh carrier. PetGurl opend sum foo & he camed owt 2 luk at it, got spooked & runned across teh street. Mom & PetGurl gonna try agin 2nite.

Taht darn, Winston!

Winston's Ad

Mom calld Companions Animul Alliance & took out ad fur Winston on Craig's list. Now she's mekking signs. Craig's list ad goes like tihs:
http://batonrouge.craigslist.org/laf/3104718892.html