Welcome to da partee fur da Auntie Stinkie!!!

Welcome!
Come on in & rest your pawz.
Grab a bucket of nip sprinkled poppy corn & watch da movie.
We haz lots of treetsez & lotsez & lotsez of catsez.

It's not evfurry day a kitty turnz 19
& da Auntie Stinkie iz lookin' forward to seein' all of youze.

HOORAY!! HIP HIP HOORAY!!!

TOE MASSAGES FUR EVFURRY CAT!!!

Your choice of nip tea, niptini, or nip mousiez.
Toilet paper shredding allowed!
Newspaper shredding allowed!
Ceiling walks allowed!
(Bath tub open fur kitty needz.)

Kitten room.
Hairball throwing contest!
Free barfing fevverz.

No worries about clean up.
(What's a momee for????)

Come on in!

It's heeere!!!! Happy Sweet Sixteen Auntie Stinkie!!!

We lovez you all fur stoppin' in!!!! Da cats are sleepin' it off now.. but we'll be chexin in tommorow.

But, before we go:
Knocky knocky, who iz dere?
Who?
Derierre!
(:)

Happy Sweet Sixteen!!!!


Dr Tweety: "It iz ackshoely here! Da Auntie Stinkie turnz Sweet Sixteen to-day!!! We iz so egg-cited & dere iz lots goin' on, 'cuz we iz gonna haz a nip partee fur all our frendz.

Dere iz many birf-dayz to celly-brate, includin' Gretchen (she iz turnin' four & hazzin' a HUGE tea partee), Tiger Lilly iz two! & her itty-bitty brudder Ruckus iz one, (& dere dadee iz turnin' a sqwillion az well!) & I tink Gandalf & Grayson are turnin' four & fivez!!! Phew!

Now in honor of Auntie Stinkie, da Fab Five haz cooked up a nip partee. Da onlee probplumb iz gettin' da nip connexshun. Uh, Maximillian??? Since you haz been in Burma lately, can you helps us out on dis?"

Maximillian: "Okay Doctor, I'll try. I know this is a very special day for Auntie Stinkie. If it was for your birthday, I might have a different tact. But since the beautiful Kellie will attend, I can think of nothing better than locating the approximately 59,000 tons of catnip that I know mommy and daddy planted while I was in Burma earning kibbles."

Auntie Stinkie: " Oh this is very silly! The rest of the Fab Five have told me that for my Sweet 16, that mommy and daddy grew an inordinate amount of catnip. I decided to go outside and sniff around in the newly tilled garden to 'look' for it. You know that I am totally blind, so I am really 'sniffing' for it."

"Hmmmm, smells suspiciously like nip to me!"

Delilah: " Oh Auntie Stinkie!!! I think I found something over here by the garlic!"

"Is this it?"

"Uncle Tweety? Do you think this is the nip that mommy and daddy planted?"

Dr Tweety: " I hardlee tinks so Delilah. Dis looks more likes sage to me."

Iris: " I think I've found it! It was between the lupine and the Black Eyed Susan!!"

Delilah: "I am going to take a little rest and dream about the party and Angus Mhor wearing a top hat!"

Iris: " Look every cat! I think I finally spotted it!"

Delilah: " Oh Iris! My sweet sissie, I don't think that it is nip. I believe mommy and daddy planted it over here in the shade garden."

Auntie Stinkie: " Isn't this supposed to be my party? I can't believe these whippersnappers have misplaced the nip!"

Dr Tweety: " Iris!!! Is that it? Oh MY GAWD! Haz we reely lostee da nip fur da partee??? What iz we gonna do??? All da catz of da Bloggospear iz gonna showz upee & we iz gonna haz nuttin'!"

Daddy: "Ummm, Fab Five, is this it? I don't know an herb from a Herb."

Auntie Stinkie: " Bouncie??? Is that you sweetie? Oh please rescue me from these inept creatures! I just wanted to have a quiet Sweet Sixteen, but now Dr Tweety and Maximillian have gone completely nuts.

It is the senior cats that have developed a sense of Godliness. We know things that the youngsters do not. (Like where I stashed the nip!)"

(I love you sweet Bouncie!)

Stinkie & da Itty-Bitty Cafe & Credit Cardz Gone Bad

Here iz a nice pic dat da momee took recently of Auntie Stinkie. Bouncie thought dat he should take Auntie Stinkie on a walk through the rozie gardunz & den dey can comez & haz a tasty tea wit me in my “Itty-Bitty Cafe'.” (Right now dis iz in da momeez kitsch-hen, but not fur long.)

See? Da Auntie Stinkie iz tinkin' abouts what I should make fur her & her sweetie Mr Bounce. He iz such a gentleman cat, dat she iz ovefur joyed! & Both of der birfdayz are comin' up. (I will makes an announcemint later next week....)

I yam tinkin’ abouts makin’ dem some shrimp puff pastereez, some tuna mini (Oh Mini???Are you listenin’ sweetie???) pee-sawz wit anchoveez, & mebbe some mackerel macaroni. Auntie Stinkie lovez noodullz almostee az much az she likes her fishy & chix-hen.


Since I yam plannin’ on getting’ my new Itty Bitty CafÈ open wit a loan from da Bank of Cat-a-fornia, I have been bizzy writin’ a bizzyness plan.


Michico & Adan suggested dat da mad bad Burr-man & I couldz be good business cats. I tinks dey iz right. So after we gets outta trou-bull wit Daisy & Chey’s bogus credit card billz we canz open up da cafÈ.


(By da way, Chey…didz you hear dat da Maxi boughts a tug-boat to haul da freighter full of nip into da Vancouver Harbour? & well, he uzed YOUR card number fur dat portion of dis spectack-you-lar present to da Miss Kellie. I would take dis up wit da Maxi, since he iz more of a crimmy-nul cat den I like to admits. He may be related to da Sopranoze.)


Delilah said she wouldz help in da cafÈ by servin’ our patronz (I can gets her to work reel cheep!) & Iris iz gonna be da hostess. So keeps your pawz crossied dat da loan goez through.

Da bank of Cat-a-fornia givez cats pre-furred percent-age rates (97%!) on der loanz fur a turd of a squillion. Dat may be a tad bit high fur some…but da dadee lovez me, so he might co-sign if I asks him nicely.

“Dadee??? Are youz around? Canz we have a talkee?”