Iris iz a furry blurry whir-li-gig
I yam going to tell 'bout da furry funny tings da five have been up to, & let you know dat momee iz goin' to be away fur a couple of dayz 'cuz of her job. We wanted to do some of da tings Henry Hilton & Daisy da Curly Cat have been doin', like dose 7 tings about momee, but itz goin' to have to wait. She iz coming back on Turzday next week & dadee iz goin' to be openin' up da canz of tuna & turkey mebbe, but we won't have any of momeez roastie chix-hen.
See dat Auntie Stinkie in da pic above? She iz sittin in da box dat momee got at Costco.... & then momee roastied da chix-hen fur us all.
Next, I get to tell on Iris. See Iris? Iz she movin' so fast dat you can barely focus on her? Well dis mornin' at 6 a.m. (poor momee waz trin' to sleep) Iris got scared by da air cond-ishu-nun... da ice par-ticklez was formin & makin dat funny noize. So Iris first she clawz momee real good, big sharpies goin' right into duh underarm & not just once, but 3 timez! Den she jumpz onto da nite-stand & she knox over her waterglass & knox da water all over momeez head & pillow & jammiez. Den she knox over da bed-side lamp dat got through da earth & waz re-paired & da lamp baroque agin! & den she knox over da wood-blok of da geesha gurl & momee & dadee are sqwakin' & screechin' & Iris iz hidin' in her bask-it. Hoo-boy, what a mornin!
We will try & re-lax until momee comez back from work. She iz goin' to leave to-morrow & iz goin' to take da soot-caze out. Bah! I hate dat ting & mebbe da Burr-man will lift hiz tail on it before momee can git it in da car!
One ting I can tell you 'bout momee:
1) She hatez goin' out of town fur dis work ting. "Cuz she sleepz wit no catz! Do you tink mebbe Iris should go wit her dis time?
OK- next time I have a poem fur you all. & more 'bout our wourld.