Friday, August 24, 2007
Goin' to da artzy side of life
Today, I decide to honor my Auntie Stinkie. She iz fif-teen & she iz da boss of da kittiez here (but don't be writin' to dat handsome Maxi & tellin' on me dat I said dis!). Auntie iz a little gurl wit da bitty pawz & she could be Daisy da Curly Catz size if she didn't eat too much of momeez roastie chix-en.
I took dis pic wit momee, and we call it: "Still-life wit da Stinkie." We didn't name her you see. She just moved in wit uz when she figgured out we ate like gourmandz & got to sleep in da bedz wit da beans.
Auntie Stinkie took care of Trixie, dadeez old calico girl when she waz sick and goin' to da big cat box in da sky. She never left her side & when Trixie left uz fur ever, Stinkie cried. Momee said she never heard a cat cry before. So ever since, we have honored da boss- & she slaps us around if we get to arguin or fussin too much. She iz our second momee.
We have to thank all our new bloggin' frendz. Itz a BIG world out dere, & you all have to be furry careful—especially you house catz. don't go out witout da beanz! (Like you Henry!)
Stay tuned, I'll be writin' some more of my poemz & maybe even some cat music soon. We just gotta get dis blog ting down better furst.
Celly-bratin life in Orry-gone