27 August 2009
xing is worried:
oh, noes! i hasta go somewheres today--My Mama sez it's a place called Groomers, an' i hasn't efur been there before. she sez alla the knotty furs i won't let her brush will go away, but i am furry worried about how that will happen!!
an' i am furry worried about that new black boycat--My Mama sez he is awful smart: he was borned knowin' alla the bad habbits that nitro hadda work to learn, like drinkin' coffee from My Mama's mug, snatchin' bites of food outta beans' sammiches, flyin' through the air from the stove to the kitchen table, layin' onna the kitchen table as if he was the king o' the cats, an' stuff like that. all of which I would nefur do, because i am a Good Cat.
an' i am furry hissed-off that the new black boycat thinks that MY Mama is HIS mama!! that can't be--she only loves ME best. she tells me i am her furry best sweetest fuzzy girl efurry day!! pooh!
but i am still worried about that Groomer thing . . .