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Monday, March 9, 2009

Words are nard enorf

Hello Estorbo

Andre Khamel here. Kehdi's brother, you know. You remember how I got my name? After the French attorney who was on your Woman's father's opposing side in a case. The Frenchman dragged the case on forever. He also lost. In gratitude, the Woman's father named me after him. That's when we were new. We are not so new anymore. We arrived when the Woman was singing. She sang and sang and sang. Boy, it hurt our ears. When she came back from the singing she was alone in the house with us while our people were in the game park. We drove her mad. We jumped everywhere. In her plate. Onto the table. Underneath her when she sat down. So she went away again and sang some more. We heard you bit her when she sang.

I am a pacifist, so I don't bite.

Here I am in the picture, getting to know your Hermano, Beence. He has a broad surface for sleeping on.

This case of course is getting out of hand, man. I have sent you pictures. So that you can see the d.o.g.s in their elements. Wide open spaces you know. The poor little buggers. They have no inner fire. It all has to come from the humans. We cats are content from the inside. The poor dogpersons have to lap it up from outside. My sister below, asks me to tell you that what she said about that Spookcat is true. Spook is bonkers, Estorbo. Don't be influenced by a blonde.

My sister Kehdi asked me to tell you about fish. Feesh. You see the Woman did try to get some for you at Kalk Bay from the fish wives...but you see the woman in the stripes? She was terrible. She complained about everything. She was English. Didn't like anything. Nothing good enough. Held up the works. Kept looking to the Woman for sympathy. The Woman pretended not to see. Long story, Stripes drove the other shoppers away. Even we, the Homecats, did not get fish.

Another matter is the one of the dogs. They always look so bloody cheerful. But examine the pictures, Estorbo and tell me if a lawsuit is warranted. I know that you live in America and that this is the way of things: When in doubt, sue. But remember, Don that we cats have a different law: When in doubt, wash.

Yours in fur

Andre Khamel

Pleease. My frien's. Porgeeb me for whad I yam abou' to show you. Thees are the peectures ob Khamel. They are...ob...d.a.r.g.s. Dargs arn my blarg.

Dargs een the grass.

Darg groupies goeen' ronneen'...

Dargs arn breedges.

Dargs arn the beach.

Een the woods!

Een the bamboo!

Dargs getteen' geefts. Dios mio.


Getteen wed...

Getteen' SCOOPED!

OK. I ged your poin' Khamel. These dargs are too patheteec to barthair me. They hab no libes. To keep goeen' they hab to follow follow, siempre follow. Eef the yoomans no walk them they lie down and die.
No backbone.
I will settle oud ob court. The CATtorneys weell nard led me go empty-pawed.


  1. Yeah, you see, 'Storbie, the things they will have me do? Well at least I just carried, mostly didn't have to pick up...

  2. Estorbo, Andre Khamel sounds like a very sensible cat, who's spent a lot of time around lawyers. An out of court settlement sounds like a good idea! I'm sure your CaTTorneys will arrange reasonable terms, possibly featuring fresh feesh that has not been sniffed over by hoity toity English women in stripes!

  3. Wow! what great pictures of dogs on your blog. Thank you to the S. African contingent and to you Oh Blog Mentor for the canine element. And talking of elements ... is Spook of this World? I mean is she a ghost of another name? I know I am a dullard d.a.r.g. but I couldn't understand hardly a word. I summoned Lenniean'Sollie but they are too full of inner fire and outer spring fever to concentrate. Good to be laughing with you all again - must go Lennie has caught another rodent and I need to assist with the disposal thereof x