Sunday, June 29, 2008

Bad newz

Hello every cat. I am afraid that things have been topsy turvy at our house, and as the Minister of Security, it is almost assuredly my fault.

Here is the portrait that begat the downward spiral. That is my Lady Love, Kellie the Orange Cat that you see wearing that wonderful birthday lei. BIRTHDAY would be the definitive word here.

Yes, Dr Tweety knew it was Dante's birthday, but he NEGLECTED to fill me or the typist in that Kellie was turning 7. Have you noticed that Dr Tweety has been absent ALL week?




Well, allright, I admit there was a rather teeny problem with the typist, aka Mommy. She has been incognito... and has informed us that the blog may be on hold for awhile.

WHAT???!!!! Obviously, it was time for me to take matters into my own paws. Now how do you turn this infernal contraption on?



Ahha! The mouse thing... (Beats me why they call it a mouse. Looks nothing like it to me.) Why is it that...



Heavens to Betsy!!!! "Tweet!!!! Tweet!!! Be careful... don't, no...
aaaargh!

Get away! Quickly... don't go near the blasted beast!
It's a horrible vicious vegan deer!"


Leapin' jackrabbits! It's an entire herd of horrible deer! " Daddy! Iris! Delilah!"

(Auntie Stinkie is having a date with Bounce... so I won't bother her.)

Quick! hup, two, three! To the front! Every cat!



Oh this is disastrous. I have lost my brother. He's no where to be seen, and those ghastly animals may have spirited him away. What will Mini say? What will his friends do? And what will bad Mommy do with out her alter ego?

I've got to take Kellie to San Francisco this weekend. How could I possibly go if the vicious deers are on the prowl? And where is Tweet? And where is Mommy?


Maximillian: "Iris!!! Quick! Start searching the woods for those deer. I'm sure they had something to do with this."

Iris: "I'm looking already! I am an expert huntress and I can trail anything. But all I see is deer poop!"


Delilah: "I think I'm going to cry!"


Maximillian: "It's going to fine 'Lilah. See? Even Daddy is searching for Tweet. He has to be somewhere close by!"


Delilah: "Well I don't think so! Where is he? What if he doesn't come back and we never get to blog again?"

Maximillian: "This is something to be pondered Delilah. We can't be rash. I think Tweet was so embarrassed by Mommy's lack of blogging help (And Kellie's birthday) that he decided to live at Mini's for the summer.


"I just hope he returns in enough time to see me off to San Francisco!"

15 comments:

Kelly Cat said...

Oh my, so many strange things are going on at your place. Well, be strong -- remember why they call you the Fab Five.

Cheysuli and gemini said...

Where is he? Where is he?

Lux said...

Everything does seem to be mixed up. Where *is Tweet?

goldenshade said...

That was very scary! Where is Tweet? Need to conduct another search party?

The Taylor CatSSSSS said...

What the heck is going on at your house? Where is Tweet???? We can come over and help search!

The Meezers said...

uh oh, where's Tweet????

HotMBC said...

WHAT? You losted Dr Tweety?!?!?! Don't tell Mini! Hide this post from her!!! She'll EAT you!!! (She eats efurryfing)
~~ Sanjee

Daisy said...

OH NOES! Did the herd of vishus deer steal Dr. Tweety?!?!? I am very, very worried.

PB & J said...

Oh goodness there sure is a lot going on out there! We hope that Dr. Tweety gets back soon!

Sunny's Mommy said...

Oh no! So many serious problems :-0 I hope you find your Mommy and Dr. Tweety - that's most important!

Ariel said...

"Oh My" Where's Dr.Tweety I'm worried.

Jan's Funny Farm said...

How could you lose Dr. Tweety? We hope you find him soon.

We're not sure what is going on there. We hope there is another installment soon.

purrs and tail wags

The Crew said...

Oh my Bast, we MUST find Tweety!!! Everyone, everyone...look around your house for Tweety and report back.

Jan's Funny Farm said...

Oh, Dr. T, We are sooooo glad you were found. We were really worried.

purrs and tail wags

HotMBC said...

Why didn't somecat ask me where he was? I knew all along.
Purrrrrrs,
da Mini

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