04 September 2013

peevish, we tells ya. PEEVISH!!!!

that's just how we feel, since the dbd got to go to gramma pierce's house when mommer an' dad wented ofur there on sunday fur a cookout, an' WE din't! they even hadded her homemade ice cream wif maryskeeno cherries innit, an' din't bring none home fur us. we don't feel bad at all fur lockin' the dbd inna human litterbox room while us kittehs par-tay'd on monday. it was pretty nice not to haf her droolin' an' starin'. we knows some of you were a little freeked out by the noises comin' from there, but she wouldn'ta hurt nocat, just pinned 'em to the floor an' flee-bited them a little like she does nitro.

4 comments:

Fuzzy Tales said...

Wait...You didn't get to go for a cookout? And you didn't get leftovers?

We can't bear the horror of that....

Jans Funny Farm said...

Well, you have every right to be peevish! And lock up everyone for not inviting you to the cookout.

Memories of Eric and Flynn said...

Whaaat? And they never even brought home a kitty bag? I would be peeved too.

Ellen Whyte said...

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Call the RSPCA! You're being terribly neglected!