Diary of the mad Burr-man

Guesse what evfurry buddy? I found da mad Bad-Burr-manz diary!!! He thought he hid it from me… fur heavenz sakes! It’s not like you can find a place in dis house to hide anyting ‘cuz da beanz haz it so stuffed full of dere own stuff, dere iz no place leftee, evfun in da claw-zitz!

So here iz a couple o’ entreez dat bere witness to da fact dat he may be a stool Pidgin (Az Zippy, Sadie & Speedy so appley con-jectured)

September 2007:
“The consul general has asked me to account for the actions of Dr Tweety. Now that my adopted Himalayan brother is writing his own blog, the General suspects that hackers (I was afraid to ask the General if this means hairball throwers) may use my brother’s blog for covert messaging.

I must admit I had never considered this. I really thought that Tweet was just a lazy Persian type that I must continuously harass just to make sure that the house stays safe. And, to maintain status, we must keep up with our peeing contests. In light of the beans spraying Feliway everywhere, it is imperative to gain the upper hand. I have explained this to the Doctor innumerable times, and he simply ignores me.”

(OMG!!! Can you beleevz dis? He waz reportin’ to da Burmeze Consul General right after I started my bloggie!!!! And that’s not all!)

November 2007:
“I have to continuously whap and harass Tweet. His demeanor after starting this infernal and unsafe blog is one of, should I say, a Hollywood “B” movie star? He might just as well use his time posing for cat food commercials or for flea spray."

(Flea spray??? Did he justee say FLEA spray?!)

"The General has promoted me to Chief Security Officer of the local Burmese command center. I am to proudly represent the breed for all Burmese cats in the neighborhood."

(Oh sure! Since he iz da only one…dis makes him da commander of nuttin.’!)

"Since Tweety is a Himalayan, I have decided to make him an honorary Burmese so that I may gain better control. The General agrees that in order to squelch an uprising, such as unplanned peeing inside daddy’s music room, control is a priority. It’s a little sad because I know how much mommy and daddy love him…but they’ll get over it!”

Well dis provez it! If da Burr-man tinks he is gonna control me, he haz another thought comin’! Okeedokee, I mustee calmz myself. I really cannot get down to hiz level of spyin’ in da name of security. Where iz dat lavendar sachet of da momeez? Mebbe I can inhalez some of dat & breathez in & out & in & out & dream of my Mini. Yes, dat iz what I will do. (Sucks in oxygen and lavender, in & out & in & out.)