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Sunday, July 12, 2009

The Wooman

...ees muy strange. Ebery nighd before she ged eendo bed, she lie arn the floor an' make-a stretcha. She stretchde hor bag worn way, hor head anorder. She breathes fonny, lighe steam train. Eed worries me. I wadge, ready por 911. Doan' she know you stredge when you waghe orp? Before sleep you only wash an' maghe bons! She wash, bod she nebber maghe bons. So I maghe egstra.

Whad ees aborf my head? Mosquido ned, ob course. Nuebo York mighd as well be een a forgheen' swamp.

6 comments:

  1. "Make Buns?" You mean happy paws, Kitty biscuits?

    The jungles of NYC--rife with Malaria and Dengue fever, eh?

    I often wonder, since you took the kitteh oath of citizenship-if you were called upon to take up arms for the USA, what branch of the military would you join?

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  2. Si, bons. Keedy beesqueets.

    I woul' join the Panther Debeesion, ob course.

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  3. I'll bet the bons would be good with some red currant jam!

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  4. Hey Estorbo,
    Last night my beeg cad Gus maghe bons on my stomach. I think he was telling me that I need to lie arn the floor an' make-a stretcha.

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  5. So that's what Bailey is doing every night -- maghe bons! Well your wooman is very conscientious to look after herself so she can keep looking after you. Sorry but exercise is not in my vocabulary.

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  6. Ooh I like to chase mosquitoes around the house. It's fun. I guess you prefer to lie within the safety of a mosquito net.

    Oh, by the way, we noticed under Cothbairt's picture you have an RIP. But i thought you said it was Clarence that had passed.

    ~Henry

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