I yam finally back on da blog ting. I mizzed my frends: Henry Hilton & hiz brudder Clyde, Daisy da furry funny Curly Cat, & da five kitteez dat are tuxedo-wearin' catz at Hot (m)BC & all our other visitors. We has to go visit dem to-day & see what dey are up to.
If I yam sad, it iz because momee haz to work so much. She iz havin' to write de stuff on da comp-hooter & take stuff home frum work all de time... so when iz she goin' to play wit us? Who iz goin' to help me wit dis blog?
She haz not even looked at da gardun since she haz been home. Da one good ting iz dat she haz cooked all kinds of furry good tings we (& dadee) like: we got some roastie free-range chix-hen, some free-range steakz (I tink dey came frum bullz do, 'cuz dey are rather tough!), & to0nite, she iz goin' to make our flavo-rite: broiled wild salmon! Hoo-boy, we iz eatin' too good since momee came back & I tink we all have big belliez like toadz!
Ok, I promised every-buddy dat I would have a new poem fur dem... so here goez:
Da ending of da endless summer
De endless summer stops fur a brief moment
Da birdz even
stutter in da trees
Da wind even
pauses in da hope of another spring.
But while we catz do hope & wish & promise to be good,
we chant dis melody to our sunshine brudderhood:
"If only, if only,
if only da summer would not go,
we would be good fur-ever
and never claw, nor pee,
nor ever from home would we think to stray,
if only, if only, if only,
summer would be so kind to stay."
But da flowerz do bend dere pretty headz,
& da tomatoez drop dere verdant leavez,
& da rain pozes mud where da pawz do tread.
So it iz:
Da endless summer it iz ending &
da fall creeps closer wit its brilly-ant coat.
Thatz about all fur today. I yam tryin' to convince momee to work on dis blog more dis week, but she iz not sure she iz goin' to be able to help me. But she said we can vizit our frendz fur sure.