Sun-day award fur us

We gots dis grrreat award frum da totally hip Miss Ariel, Chairman Mao's purrty gurl cat. She waz howlin' on THurz-day to gets her momeez attenshun, but I don't tink it worked evfun though we couldz see her tonsilz. So now she iz gonna givez a BIG cons-hurt where evfurry cat can hear her. She iz furry tally-tented & we should all support her in her artistic strugglez.

We iz gonna givez dis awardee to our pal Boy, whoze itty-bitty brudder drivez him ups a tree, & to Henry Helton. Henry'z recent story about's hiz momeez kitty dat came before made all da cats cry. We needz some new snot ragz. I better go see if da momee haz finished wit washin' up da lin-nun.

"Momee...didz you finish dat laun-dree yet? We cats needz some warm towelzez."

LOAN UPDATE:
Well, if da Itty-Bitty Cafe' iz to gets off da ground sometime in da next cent-jury, we iz gonna needz a merry-cull! Da dadee iz nots signin' off on no "#!!@&*+=?#$! shyster loan!"

Don'ts quote me...dat iz what da dadee said, nots me.
I will has to come up wit a new plan. I will keeps you all posted on da prog-grass. After all, we cats need a place to eats out too.

Doin' whatz I can

Okeedokee. I yam tryin' furry hard to understand da momee & how she haz been lately. She comez home from workee & sez, "Hey Tweet, shall we vizit your frendz tonight?" But den she goez away & criez into her pillow. I know she wants to helps me wit da bloggie, but I yam bein' az pashunt az I can. Az evvy-danced by da pix below, one can see dat I yam suck-ceeedin.'

Here I yam showin' her dat I iz findin' it diffy-cult to not vizit my frendz.

Here I yam showin' her dat I yam sick of D-I-E-T kibbullz. Dis iz what da momee & dadee has to feedz Delilah 'cuz SHE gots too fat!

Speakin' of Delilah, da V-E-T tinks she haz eppa-leprosy, but dey still iz not sure. She gots tested & mebbe it waz some poisinon' from a azalea flowerz dat da momee had puts on da kitsh-hen tabull... not knowin' any better. But no one knowz.

Now Delilah iz gonna has to take some meddy-sin fur see-surez if she haz anudder one likes she did dis lastee Sat-turd-day. Dis iz why da momee iz cryin'. She lostee her frend Elly & on top of all of dis stuffy wit Delilah.

Here I yam lookin up in da sky fur angelz to come & reskew me. I yam purrin' fur some real foodz like da momee used to make. Mebbe some roastie chix-hen? She iz evfun starvin' da poor dadee 'cuz she iz feelin' so deep-pressed.

Here I yam showin' how peeved I yam. I evfun gots an awardee from Henry Helton & I hazn't been abull to go gets it. Justee wait Henry, I will be dere soon.

Actushually, I yam really kinda sad. Mebbe da momee will not evfur lets me bloggie again. & I haz had dis wonder-full outpourin' from frendz old & new & no way to thank dem.

Let me justee say dat we will come by your placez to see what iz happenin' & mebbe in a week or so, da momee will start to dry her eyez & be abull to helps me.

Okeedokee. I will be better to her den. I will nots peez on da blanket or her purse. I will not bites her hand when she fillz da bowl wit D-I-E-T foodz. At leastee I will try.