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Saturday, April 19, 2008

Itty Bitty Cafe' Grand Openin'

Itty Bitty Cafe'
Grand Openin'
Sun-day April 20th!!!!!
Dat iz today! Yawhoo!


Delilah, Moi, Mini, Auntie Stinkie, Iris, Kellie, Maximillian, Angus, and Bounce have a "sweet-hearts" night out in da new cafe'

We will be hangin' out justee tryinz out some new recipeez & a few of da old flavor-ites.
So drop on in if you feelz up to it.

Da menu includez:
Fishy tuna puffs
Nip chip cookiez
Filet of roastie beef
Ham (fur meezerz of course!)
Roastie Chix-hen
Sausagez 'n' gizzardz
Lizard pie
Squirrel tail
Duck ala king
Fur my vegan frendz (Stifler???): Spinach florentine
And nip-tiniz GALORE!!!

HooBoy! Lets get da ball rollin'!

Cafe' sponsorz:
Daisy da Curly Cat
Miss Peach
Cheysuli (inadvertantlee)
& da Bank of Catafornia

WHOOPEEE!

(I only owez da dadee five squillion green paperz!)

Friday, April 4, 2008

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?”

Celly-bratin life in Orry-gone