our miss sophie!!

dammit sez:  maybe you amember that me an' my catsisfur, sophie, gotted left as teeny, tiny babycats on mommer & dad's carport last fall. nobuddy efur figgered out where we came from or why our catmother lefted us there, fur that matter. maybe she was sick; maybe she was movin' an' furgot where she lefted us; maybe she knew we wouldn't grow up if she kept us, an' chez pierce was rumored to haff a pretty sweet deal on offer fur kittehs. it's a deal that turned out to be REALLY sweet fur me!
daddy's bean sisfur's house is just the same as far as easy-liffin' fur furries, an' so sophie wented there to keep her bran-new catbrofur, rico, company.

yesserday, aunt susan sended this picture of sophie an' we thought maybe youse who amember would like to see how she's growed up. she is a sleek grey mackerel tabby, an' we is all proud to see her so beautyful an' obviusly loved. aunt sue sez the camera added a little weight, but she looks just right to me!

love you, sis! *bonk*

what is it wif yung cats these days? they just don't respect their olders. lookit me; i'se a oldguycat, an' i can't even take a snooze wifout someone crowdin' in on me. why, if i hadna had that last fat cat ale at lunch wif the neighborcat, i'd get up an' whup nitro's butt but good. right now, though, i feel kinda ... i dunno, full maybe. maybe i'll nap a bit an' be all refreshed an' get up in a while an' teach that whippersnapper some mann... . *GZNORKT*

Wordless Wednesday

Belated but beloved!

so. black cat appreciation day, eh? mommer sez we is belated but beloved. what duz THAT mean? to us, it just means she was too lazy to make a post!

what duz black cat appreciation day mean, ennyhoo? mommer & dad sez we has black cat appreciation day efurry day around here, but we don't belief that. ofurwise we'd be gettin' extra treats efurry day, an' it's a lucky day when we gets ANY at all. we happens to know (by snoopervisin' unner the door) that xing gets treats efurry day!!! mommer sez that's acause she feels sorry for xing acause she hasta liff all by herself becuz of her evil temper errrr, extreme skittishness. all's i know is, she's furry hissy.

can you tell us apart? (no cheetin' an' lookin' up at the header!) sometimes mommer an' dad can't, an' just yell "dammit" all willy-nilly. if you looks careful, you kin see that iggy hafs white hairs in his ears, an' i don't (me is dammit!) also, iggy hafs a fat face *WHAPPO* OW! ok, a "fuller" face, an' mine is more simeezey. iggy calls me trianglehead, but i don't care. it's better than punkinhead. *WHAPPO* OW! i'm gonna get you fer that, iggypunkinhead! *ZOOMMMMMMMMMMM* (THoE begins--lookout fer yer bald haid, daddy--yer right inna middle of the straightaway!!)

Dear DammitJim

Your sweet little face now graces the header. Kindly leave off shredding the toilet paper in dad's bathroom. He didn't have anything to do with the lack of Jimness on the blog. That was totally and entirely my fault.

Thank you.  --The Mommer

finito!

(we left our tale yesterday wif us boycats tryin' not to asplode ... )

it was LONG past our suppertime, alla the windows had turned dark, an' finely mosta the humans slowly trickled out the front door. it got quieter an' quieter, an' only a couple of 'em were left. of cawse, they were sittin' onna couch, an' we din't dare come out even then. one of them kept pokin' down the back of the sofa at dammitjim acause she said she LIKED black kittehs. effidently mommer an' daddy knowed the ofur lady fur a long, long time (befur any of us, even, an edmund is 14!!!) an' we heard some stories that we nefur heared befur! It's hard to belief, but they were pretty funny sometimes, back inna day.

at last, the last two ladys lefted, an' mommer an' daddy started draggin' out trash bags an' stuff, an' at 10:30 IN THE PEEYEM, daddy finely fed us. (but not befur we peed long an' copiously--i bets edmund was inna bockus befur the last lady gotted in her car!)

so we ate, mommer an' dad wented to bed, an' we ventured out to sniff all the new smells that peoples lefted fur us. our noses was ofurloaded!! there was a bockus ofur in one corner that smelled inneresting. mr gary (miss ginger's husband) bringed it when they came in earlier an' tole mommer that he'd brought us kittehs a present. now, some of the humans bringed daddy presents an' some of 'em bringed the house presents (we know, we know ... silly). but he was the only one nice enuf to bring US one. we could hardly wait to see, but daddy was long gone an' we hadda wait 'til morning.

when he got up an' fed us on easy-like-sunday (which "easiness" we devoutly purred fer), he putted the bockus up onna table an' looked at it but din't open it. he stared outta the windows an' paced back an' forth from the dining room to the liffin-room. then he went outside wif the dbd an' did the same thing--paced back an' forth. we din't see him jump up an' down or hear him yell bad werds, so we guess he din't find the doggy landmine the dbd left out there while he was pacing. then they came back in, an' he went an' watched the talking bockus.

later, mommer finely dragged her as, errrr, gotted up an' made herself coffee. while she slurped it, she looked at the bockus an' 'splained to us that it's fer feedin' the fevvers outside when it gets cold!

food's hard fer fevvers to find then, so the 'rents are gonna put it inna backyard right by the windows behint the sofa. We'll haff a bird's-eye view (ahahahahahah! we kills us! we'f been waitin' to use that one this whole time!!!) of them fevvers hoppin' an' flappin' when they comes to dinner.

maybe even a quirrsel or two will be out there for us to chitter at, although mommer 'splained that the quirrsels are pacifically NOT invited to this restaurant. we dunno; the ones we've seen on our quirrsel video an' onna talking bockus wear some pretty nifty smartypants.

iggy was hopin' it could be a snack bar fer us, but since we can't efur go out, we guesses it'll remain just a snack bar fer the fevvers.

so ennyway, that's the story of our caturday frum hell, although the long-term bennyfits fer us seem like we'll enjoy 'em! we just hopes that this "housewarming" thing don't come around efurry year. an' if it do, it sure oughtta be inna winter. silly humans.

(we'll try not to make you wait all this long again ...)

Attention, DammitJim!!

This is your Mommer speaking. I have begun working on a new header picture and have already changed the wording in the sidebar to reflect your presence in the household. So kwitcherbellyachin'!!!

so, as we were sayin' ...

(we picks up our tale at the front door, where the dbd is woofin' up a storm, waggin' an' floggin' all wivvin the reach of The Tail of Death): 

mommer lets a coupla peoples we haf nefur seen befur come inna house, hugs 'em an' laffs wif 'em an' stands around talkin' wif 'em. just then, while we are cowerin' reconnoyterin' from behint dad's chair, we notices that all the forbidden doors inna hall are open (accept Xing's), but befur we kin scamper down there  to 'vestigate where we're not allowed, mommer starts walkin' wif  them peoples down the hall. an' the *DING DONG* sounds again--more woofin', more greetin', more ruckus! daddy lets four more stranger-humans come in, an' as far as WE're concerned, "that's all she wrote" (as pappy smiff useta say when there just wasn't enny more TO say). we scattered to our bunkers behint the sofa an' some ofur places we ain't tellin', an' hunkered down purrayin' that the invasion would be a quick one.

more *DING DONG*s, more stranger-humans (an' a few that we knows), an' even a coupla half-size humans. oh, the humanity! noise, noise, noise!! human beans roamin' all through OUR house--even on OUR CATIO--on OUR day, our QUIET day!!! finely, we lissens close an' finds out that this is a party fer daddy's purrthday an' at the same time, a party called a "housewarming" fur our new house.

purrthday parties we unnerstand. we discussed the "housewarming" thing amongst ourselfs, but couldn't figger out why they would wanna warm up the house inna summer, when they keep the cold-air thingy blowin' alla time to make it cooler. human beans is nutz, but you knows that already.

then yummy grilled-food smells began makin' our noses twitch, but efurryone stayed outside onna deck to eat an' there's no way we woulda come out to get ennything ennyway acause of all the stranger-humans. what torture!! at least most of the ruckus stayed out there, too. after a while, though, they all came back in an' the volume level gotted worse an' worst! most of 'em started drinkin' tea-colored stuff from little, tiny glasses about big enuf fer kitteh beer mugs, an' then it just got louder an' louder!! our ears felt like they were bleedin', an' there were so many beanlegs to weave through that we couldn't even go to our litter bockus out onna catio!! xing was the only lucky one--her door only got opened for a minnit or two, then closed again (but lotsa times), an' HER potty is right there in her room. us poor boycats din't dare pee in our bunkers acause then WE'd hafta smell it an' be wet, so we just tuffed it out an' tried not to asplode.

(thus endeth Part the Second. mommer's got the finger-numbies again, so we'll see you tomorrow. honest!)

we're BAAAAAAAAack!

... but only Bast knows for how long.

Nitro:  y'see, it's like this. we hafta depend on mommer to do the keyboard thingy fer us, an' she's just plain lazy  ummmm, been pretty distracted lately. (DammitJim: yeah, like since last Fall when I came onna scene. i'm a handful, she sez. *snark, snark*) anyway, we will try to whip her into shape errrrrr, convince her that it would be nice if we could be back onna bloggie, even though we see lotsa our furriends ofur on FaceButt. (*cuff* oOW! whatta heck, dammitjim?!) (mommer sez we should be nice to FaceBook acause ofurwise they will conduct tests on us wifout our nowlege, an' we hasn't studied enuf fer enny tests.) oh. well, then. *cheesy grin* them luffly folks at Fa... WAIT A MINNIT! dammit, are you messin' wif me? (*scoots*)

anyhoo, we wantsta register our collectif complaint about last caturday. caturday is the day that all cats holds dear acause lotsa their humans kin stay home an' chill wif 'em, an' it's generally a easy, laid back day fer all consurned. if there is a kitteh hell (an' we can't belief there is, acause ... well, kittehs, y'know!), it's like last caturday.

ackshully, it all started on furriday. both mommer an' dad were home an' bustlin' around like their tails were on fire, inning an' outing, haulin' stuff here an' there, goin' away inna car an' comin' back, shovin' foods inna cold box, makin' some foods that smelled a little iffy (but we snoopervised ennyway), etcatera, etcatera, etcatera. daddy drove his grassmower around the house like a maniac. we couldn't hardly move fast enuf from one window to the next to keep an eye on him! we was plum' azossted by the time supper came around an' we went early to our various beds! (so did they.)

we was convinced they would sleep late on caturday acause they are old, an' workin' that much generally makes 'em pretty docile the next day. but NO! the rug- and toy-sucking monster came out early to torment us. daddy started draggin' stuff through the kitchen an' out onto to our catio, bangin' an' crashin' all the way. then he hauled out stuff outta the little buildings out back an' lugged it up onna deck. mommer was messin' inna kitchen again. we was snoopervisin' (an' gettin' absocatly NUFFIN' fer our eggsellent advice). finely, about middle afternoon, they each went an' stood inna rain box for a while an' then sat down in their poofy chairs when they was dry.

peace at last.

*DING DONG*
"BOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW-WOW! WOOF-WOOF-WOOF!"  SLOBBER-SLOBBER!

drat that damnbrownbawg, ennyway!

(thus endeth Part the Furst ... mommer's fingers is numbly-tingly, an' she hasta rest 'em. more tomorrow, we promises!)

HEY!!!!!

mommer!!!! i'm lookin' at this header up above an' my picture ain't onnit! my name ain't even inna sidebar. whenya gonna get wiffit???

sincerely yers, yer own little boycat who luffs you treemendusly wif all his heart an' soul,

dammitjimjamestkirk, captain

easy like sunday mornin'

an' yes, jim's head is restin' on nitro's butt--what's more, nitro KNEW about it! he wasn't gonna gif up a good snooze onna counta some mere kitten! an' sophie? pshaw! you coulda run the rug-suckin'-monster an' i doubt she woulda twitched!

the Old Boycats Club

where they cuss an' discuss things such as girlcats, babycats, an' other unfathomable fings, an' just generally hang out togefur.

teeny tiny toezie tuesday!

black kitteh's name!

(reposted from mommer's bookface post):

it appears to be official: the little black boycat is henceforth yclept Captain James T Kirk, known to his intimates as "Jim". This was suggested by Clancy and Cupcake (their momma is Kate Johnson). They said:
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Since all the critters at your house have the same first name- Dammit!- (see header on the meowers' blog http://www.nels-ed-nitro-xing.blogspot.com/ ),we all think the new little one should be named Jim as in "Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a (insert noun here)!"

(Respectfully submitted by Clancy and Cupcake via Mum's opposable thumbs.)
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and after friday afternoon's trip to the vet, when he put mommer through the kobiyashi maru scenario (more on this eventually), it was cinched!

.... please read down one post for more monday post ....

iggy here:
i met the kitties ofur the weekend an' they seem ok. the little girl (we fink her name is lola, but we ain't sure yet ... she kinda hinted but din't say fer sure) is furry nice. i even tasted jim, an' it's kinda strange--he tasted a little like ME! not sure what to make of that. we gonna study on this a little more befur we render any more opinions.

oh, an' pleez purr fur our screwy sisfur, xing. she hafs all sortsa "rats" onner butt an' tail acause she won't let nobuddy brush 'em, so she's gonna get a "lion cut" today. mommer asplained that that's a HAIRS cut xing, an' it won't hurt, but some of the peoples at the veterinary might get hurt ... we'll tellya how it all turns out.

later, furriends!

WHAAAAAT?

where in the name of pahket did they find KITTENS???

they have been hording them out on the porch all this time!!

and what are they here for?

daddy efen baffed them inna kitchen sink,

an' they were all shivvery an' stuff fur a while, so mommer made 'em into purritos an' then they innerdooseded them to us.

ed sniffed and din't say nuffin', just looked as bemused as usual. he don't really fink long an' deep about much. as long as somethin's okay wif mommer an' dad, it's ok wif him. we'll see how this kitten thing werks out!

igmu sniffed furry carefully, then hissed an' runned away!

nitro ran away outta the kitchen, too, wifout even sniffin' the babies. but later on, he eagle-eyed 'em. din't say nothin', though. xing was in her rooms an' din't come out to see 'em. mommer sez anofur time for THAT particular drammer to happen.

later daddy holded em on his chest. then they wented to sleep acause they had et copious amounts of that ambrosial-smelling chow (they won't let us haff), an' peed an' pooped in their OWN litter box. she sed the little girlcat din't know how to use the litterbox at furst, but she watched her brofur an' now she does. imagine not knowin' how to use a litterbox! it's a good thing cats get smarter wif age!

now they are back onna porch inna big box iggy spied yestiddy, nappin' up a storm. they will prolly wake up an' eat an' drink an' poop an' pee again inna night. we're gonna lissen to see if they serenade us now that they know we are here.

mommer sez the li'l black boycat is gonna be our new brofur, an' the little grey girlcat is goin' home to kansas wif aunt sue an' uncle steve, but she's gonna lif here wif us until she is bigger an' stronger! we ain't furry sure about this ... .

furry curious.

igmu sez:  i bin watchin' outta the liffin-room windows, an' there's a big box out there. mommer an' dad put stuff in it, take stuff outta it, and lift up little fings that look like cats--but they're really, really small.

now, alla us boys an' xing haff been "fixed" in that special way, so they can't be "kittens", acause kittens only come frum "unfixed" cats. bast knows, i've tried enuf times with nitro, and NO KITTENS! EFUR. so i know that's true.

an' mommer's jeans smell funny in places that are NOT where they USUALLY smell funny. what's up with that?

and what in the name of sekhmet ARE those critters, an' what are they doin' on our porch???

mystery monday

well. nitro here. there is somethin' weird goin' on out onna enclosed front porch. mommer an' dad keep goin' out there wif stuff, an' they come back in smellin' awful strange.

they won't let us see or even stick our noses out the door, an' we are mighty curious.

*ed*: yeah, you're curious but i'm curiouser!!

shaddap, ed. you're curious, all right, just not inna way you fink.

anyway. mommer was makin' stuff inna kitchen an' throwin' spoons an' cups around, an' the stuff she was mixin' smelled 'licious,

*ed*: but then she went an' got some stinky goodness an' put it in there too so it smelled even better! but then she left! she took it an' went out the front door!!

an' more heinous yet, yestiddy afternoon miss ginger an' mr gary an' lanie the mermaid came ofur to bisit, but they just staid onna front porch an' nefer efen came in to gif us a howdy. our noses are mightily outta joint to haf been ignorified by our favorit furriends. *hmpf*

yeah. there's a mystery goin' on here, all right. we'll polish up our detecktive skills an' keep you posted.

mancat monday

looks like these two mencats haf done pretty well fur themselfs!!
(mommer: or at least for their bellies!)

toezie tuesday

daddy calls zis my "raptor claw" an' allus wantsta clip it.

i don't let him. you nefur know when there will be an alien

that needs evisseratin'. or a vishus deer.

mancat monday blues ...

dangit, mommer! i keep tellin' ya not to take my picture when i'm layin' onnis sheet! how's ennyone gonna take me seriously as a basement cat minion when i'm surrounded by circus stripes??

avast!

meYARRRR, me heartycats! i, capn' mao fang, do welcome thee t'the flotilla as it forms around our bonny ship, ye cat o'nine tails!

once again, it be me honor an' me sorrow to bid ye think a moment on those kitties what sail not wif us this year. there be a powerful lot o'them, an' we purrs an' purrrays we meets wif them again when davy jonescat sails us unner the Bridge when our times come, as sure they will. doff thy headgear, if ye please.

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now, if ye will, step aboard an' acquaint yerselfs wif the mess hall ('tis fur nommin', mind ye, not "messin'", which takes place onnee orlop deck--which be not the poop deck, either), an' choose thy berth if ye sails wif us. if ye visits only an' hath thy own good ship or a berth wif a furriend, pray help thyself to victuals an' stay t'chat an' sing so long as thee will. later, we shall up anchor an' take ourselfs away t' the south, the beautyous land o' rio!




an' now, me furriends, let us feast an' drink in memory o'our companions! (leads the way down the ladder. ooooohs and ahhhhhs are heard from all.) 





may ye find yer heart's desire in food an' drink--there be more in rooms beyond, so foller thy noses!

 efurry nom fur an obligate carnivore be here, an' all manner o'spiritous consumables from high-falutin' brella drinks t' honest toona joos. make merry, an' deddycate a moufful an' a swig or two to the mem'ry o'thy furriends!

(soon all sounds give way to slurpchompgobble *erp* gimme! smacksmacksmack slobbernomnomnommitynomnom slurppity *burp* 'scuse laplaplapswigslurp ... well, you get the picture.)

at last, a few drift upward to the main deck, and depart to their own ships. soon after, the clanking sound of the anchor being hauled up from the sea bottom is evident, and those not comatose er, preoccupied with postprandial naps under the tables find comfy beds in cabins.

a group of younger ship's company of cats roll singin' from th' companionway. their giggles an' laffs obscure the song, but it is finally understood as::

 "a capital ship fur an ocean trip was the wallopin' window blind.
no breeze that blew dismayed her crew or troubled the cap'n's mind ..."

STOW IT! STOW IT, Y'HEAR????? that be not our sailin' song! where be ye gettin' that nonsense?

(young kitt:) igmu were heard hummin' it, yer worshipfulness. he teached the kits belowdecks when ye wast not aboard, sirrr.

(mao fang:) oh, aye? then i will deal wif him later. d'any of ye know the ackshul tune we squall er, sing as we make way? anycat? anycat?


nitro? xing?
ken ye not the best shanty efur t'grace the seas?

ah, blast it t'bast! what ignoramuses we must deal wif these days. why, in cap'n nels's day ...

(mellowing):: be there anycat 'mongst you as can gif us th'tune "common sailorcats"?

a new crewcat steps forth an' draws her bow across a fiddle. "i belief i know th'air, cap'n. wouldst gif me the sayso?"

aye, wif a right good will, lass. at thy pleasure! (fiddlin' begins, an' mao fang gifs us a rare treat [all the more rare in that it be at one bell o'th' forenoon watch 'nsted of eight bells o'th'middle watch]:)

I'm the cat before the mast

That ploughs the ragin' sea

And on this simple subject

Will you please enlighten me?

Common sailorcats we're called

Come tell me the reason why

And on this simple subject I'll reply:

Don't you call us common sailorcats no more

Don't you call us common sailorcats no more

Good things to you we bring

Don't you call us common cats no more

We're as good as anycat that's on shore.

The young girlcats o'this country

(Their growin' days we bless)

We brings them silks an' satins

Out of which they makes a dress

To gain th'heart of some young cat

As fancy dresses do

Don't nefur despise the sailorcats

That sails the ocean blue.

The young mancats o'this country

They're sittin' at their ease

Not thinkin' on the stormy nights

That we spends on the seas

We brings the leafs to make nipcigars

T'decorated their face

They wouldn't call us common 

If they were in our place!

When speakin' of a cat ashore

We nefur hear you say,

He's a common this or a common that

Be his callin' what it may

Be he a travelin' tinker

Or a scavenger or a sweep--

Then why call us common sailorcats

Who battles wif the deep!

paws patter enthusiastically from all around, even from other ships, as mao feng's voice does carry somewhat.  then he speaks:

bretheren an' sisteren, we be nearin' our port o'call! ship's boats will take ye t'th'beach (do thou remember th' comfort stations be BEHIND th' bushes.)





here ye see th'reason th'comfort stations be BEHIND the bushes: t'would be unkind to our gentle hostbeans t'do otherwise.











we haf arranged fur some charmin' transportation from th'beach t'th' harbor area. th'chariots be a wee bit bouncy (an' sometimes fragrant), but 'tis not a common mode o'conveyance, an' ye'll not see the like o'it in yer home port, so climb aboard! explore t'yer heart's content--we sail not til efurry last cat hath returned t'th' ships!


these carryohkas, as the beans do style theyselfs, be fair furriendly an' fond o' kittehs in particular, goin' so far as to emulate our sleek an' elegant selves. 

howsomeefur, be thou courteous, as befits the bretheren o'th'sea. trifle not wif the fevvers ye see on th'clothin' o'th' natifs! pluckin' THESE birds would be a matter for keel-haulin'!

we haf reserved this cozy room inna Casa de Gata hotel inna harbor, should ye wish a nap onna comfy bed that rocketh not durin' the day. tell 'em cap'n mao fang sent ye, an' the buffet will be free;-)

ye kin count on a meal, a nap, an' a skritch wheresomeefur ye go. just let them not convince ye that "coconut milk" be milk. it be not. 

akk-ptoooey!




a werd o'warnin' will i giff ye:  these be not kitteh toys (although they be called "poi toys" or "cariocas" like the beans!) should ye see some lyin' unattended, be thou wary. others may be near about an' come flyin' at yer haid wifout warnin'. carryokhas exercise wif 'em, an' whilst no bean would conk ye inna haid apurpose, they whirls an' spins 'em whilst dancin', an' the ribbands be all fluttery-like, but attemptin' t'catch 'em would be temptin' th'fates. they be not fevvers onna string. if ye were not conked, ye might be stomped!

this kitteh will be glad t'meet ye at the escadaria selaron (selaron's staircase) an' giff ye a tour. it be all cool tiles, an' a delightsome place to lounge an' watch th'world go by!

inna nearby park, there be this climbin' wall fur kittehs what loves t'perch high an' peer out through greenery an' purrtend they truly be th'junglecats in their souls!

at last 'tis time t'return t'our sturdy ships an' true, an' sail back whence we came--replete wif noms 'n' grog 'n' new memries of a fine stay inna fine place. 

companions all, as we returns t'port this day, we giffs ye thanks for thy company an' furriendship o'er the years, on land an' at sea. may ye efur bear our adventures in mind in a gladsome way, an' think on us wif luff, as do we think o'you!!

::sotto voce:: now, where be that scurvy knavecat, igmu? he'll be takin' a singin' lesson ere long, by th'powers! "wallopin' window blind" sez he? meeeYARRRR!

an' then i sez . . .

lemme see now.  then i sez, "avast, ye swabcats, i ... "

are ya gettin' this, mommer? MLAP's only a couple of days away!!

after all, it IS furiday the 13th ...

nitro:  uhhh, mommer? you know how yer allus sayin', "snug as a bug inna rug"? well, i just took a tail-count, an' xingie's inner rooms, ed's onna sofa, an' iggy's in dad's chair. so just how big do those bugs get?

we hadded anofur post lined up fer today, but this seemed more impawtent to say. of all the cats what liffed innis house when 9-11 happened, only edmund is left. but he has told all of us how he sat on mommer's lap at lunchtime while she watched the noisy picture box. how he knew she felt bad, so he bonked her an' purred loud an' she din't even notis. how he got all wet from her leaky eyes. how scairt he was when she started cryin' really hard. how he went an' hid (an' he's not proud of this) when she started wailin'.

he din't know. he couldn't know. kitties haffen't efur thunk about such a fing.

but after a few days, when she could talk about it wifout rainin', mommer splained to him that many, many souls had gone ofur the human bridge (an' prolly a lotta aminals, too) all at once because of other humans. by this time, she was good an' mad at those other humans, an' a lotta her werds were onna bad werd list. ed even learned some new ones. so when she ran outta bad werds an' hushed up fur a while, he finked about what happened until he unnerstood. an' then he finked some more, an' discussed it wif the ofur kitties. an' he has discussed it wif efurry kitty who has come to liff here since. we know if kitties really could take ofur the werld, nuffin' like this would efur happen. but, hey. we're kitties, an' wifout opposable thumbs, we ain't efur gonna be able to take ofur the werld. yeah, it hurts to admit that.

so what we KIN do is purr for those souls an' the souls they left behine. an' purr fur the souls that were brave an' heroical, somma who relif that drefful day ofur an' ofur in their minds an' bodies. an' yes, purr even fur those bad humans so they get smarter an' decide not to do stuff like that ennymore. an' purr that all humans finely realize that peacefulness is much more conducive to noms an' naps than fightfulness.

we kin purr, an' pray, an' chant "om mani pawme um", an' beam pure lite at efurryone who liffs, an' maybe ... just maybe ... there won't be no more 9-11s.

well, here it is, the start of our work week

here we are, dictatin' anofur avventure to mommer. at least it's not one of HER avventures this time. we are werkin' on sum ideas fer Meow Like A Pirate Day, but she is kinda sickly today an' not punkchuratin' up to her usual quality. we all has mad spellin' skills, haffin' growed up inna ozarks an' been tootered by skeezix, but we dunno nuthin' 'bout no punkchuratin'. we hopes the lizzerd incident of a few days back hasn't affected her punkchurater. she allus tells us that you should put in punkchurashun when you breefe, but she sure wasn't breefin' good THAT day! we'll keep onner.