Adventures of four kitties of disparate backgrounds (Nitro S Pierce, Xing Lu, Igmu Sapa, & DammitJim) residing in one house with two 2-leggers (Dad & Mommer) and a lesser 4-legger (dog Cocoa). Oddly enough, all 4-leggers share the first name, "DAMMIT!" (One moreso than the others.)
gots to keep an eye -- BOTH eyes -- on it!!
and then . . . and then . . .
we hopes yer birthday is the bestest ever,
we was surprized skeezix wasn't at the wheel, because it is so perfectly SKEEZIX! since he lives in catifornia--the home of the american car culture--we figgered he might wanna haf one custom-built an' use this as a guide. lemme tell ya, if ya wanna wake up yer beans wif a bang, just push a jar of spaghetti sauce off the table onto the quarry tile floor inna middle of the night! it scared th’ lights an’ liver outta me, as well as a lotta hairs an’ about one anna half lives! dad watches war stories onna talkin’ picture box alla time, an’ this sounded just like somma them big bombs.
all i wanted was somma them tasty salsa-an-cream cheese flavored crackers inna box mom left onna table. i fooled her, ‘cause i left ‘em there unbothered for two whole days, so she wouldn’t fink i wanted them! then the beans went to bed, an’ i waited a long, long time before i started wrasslin’ that box. it was tougher than i ‘spected, an’ i hadda get rough wif it, bunny-kickin’ it an’ all. i was just about to get the inside skin open an’ scoop out a pawful, when a bunny-kick backlash got the jar, an’ ofur the side it went! KER-WHAM!!!
it was all mom’s fault fur leafin’ them crackers out there to taunt me, an’ ya know what? she nefur woke up all through the whole thing! that chapped dad’s cheeks, too;-)
mom sez m.l. is like one of them ladies what carries buildings on their heads. she adds grace an' beauty to our lifes by her help an' good cheer to us blogosphere denizens. but inna world outside our happy bloggies, she supports her fambly of beans an' kitties while livin' with physical an' other trubbles (headaches, for one--no surprise there for a building-holder-upper). an' on toppa that, sometimes the world trembles around her an' makes it hard to keep her footing.
We wishes you a year fulla love, happiness, health, an' kitties!!
it even has a window in case we hafta shoot laser eyebeams at an approachin' vishus deer!
an' we gots some rose petals an' leafs to chew . . . although them stems were a little . . . ummmmmm, well, let's say we din't need toothpicks. :ow!:
he is furry, furry, furry lucky.
this is what the talky-picture box inna living room looked like yesterday morning. mom told us it was a picture of the weather up above, an' that we was right inna middle of the red part. we was haffin' a drefful storm that blew, an' blew, an' blew, an' blew, an' rained like billy-be-damned, as mom sez. so we found out why they din't go fishin' last weekend when the orange an' yellow spots was ofur their fishin' place!
an' mom an' dad are furry unhappy that this little tree went dead; it gave them cherries efurry year, an' a furriend of theirs made happy juice from them. no happy juice this year.
he's cocoa's furrst daddybean, wayne from down the street. they weren't able to spend enough time wif her an' she got kinda rowdy, so they asked if we wanted her. they knew that we had all loved thor-of-blessed-memory (an' his wife an' their dogger, sugarbritches an' xena) an' knew how to lif wif spicy woofies. so we tol' mom an' dad it was ok by us, since we was used to woofies, an' she came to liff here.
it's nitro, peerin' outta the conning tower of his furry own silver submarine, which may come in pretty handy soon if it don't stop rainin'. it rained efurry day but one last week, an' is sposed to rain efurry day but one this week. alla the outdoor fev-vers are startin' to grow webs in their feets, an' we notice that worms can't swim worth a durn.
he is an ex-kitty. alas, riesling, we hardly knew ye! 
mom sez its name is "riesling". what kinda name is THAT fur a kitty? it's a funny color, too, an' it sure don't haf much to say fur itself!
Uncle Eeker!!!one by one throughout the summer, howefur, the mama cat an' ofur kitties disappeared, an' finally only the half-grown grey tuxie remained. he was still wary, but would come to the back porch to eat chows mom left out for him.
one very cold fall morning, mom opened the door an' he din't run away. he sneezed; he coughed. she touched him, an' he din't flinch or move, just looked at her wif goopy eyes. she picked him up and brought him in, wrapped him in a towel, an' called a neighbor to please take them to the v-e-t.
eekie was a furry sick boy fur a while, but the meddysins the v-e-t gave him finally made him better. soon he an' his brofur were playin' an' rough-housin', an' that's how he came to live inside. he lived a long, healthy life, an' became the King of the Cats in our house. mom an' dad still talk about him, an' we wishes we had knowed him. (you kin clickify on his picture to see mom's flickr post.)
oh, dear bast! we din't know until today that mom stayed in a house in michigan when she went to our dear auntie ethel's funeral a couple of weeks ago. we thought she was safe inna hotel. we are nefur, efur letting her go to michigan again, where the vishus deer are SO vishus that they chase you right through the walls into the house!!!
answers: (easy-peasy)
My Mama is laffin' an' laffin'. she saw my post about the pear, an' said my spellin' could use a little improvement. she said the improvement would make the whole phrase clear, but i still don't get it. a pair of WHAT???
nitro: yeah, frost. it's my butt that's frosted, howefur!! in both senses of the word. daddy is on the hiss list. boooooo! hissssss! he din't make a nice cozy fire last night OR this morning before he left for whatefur it is he left fur, an' it's so cold . . .
n: ??????
Mamma?
