Posteez on Myne Bloggy an' Twitter

Myne mom sez dat we iz gonna start postee-ing ta uvver katz on Twitter! Dat soundz lyke fun. I missez myne frendz on Tribe.net, so it will be gud ta mayke new frendz. An den maybe she wil let me updayte dis bloggy moor oftun.

Ryte neow I iz happy, cuz it iz awmost summer an' den I kin be OWTSYDE a lotta da tyme. Myne mom iz wurreed abowt me, cuz I iz awl skinny agin an' hur iz tawkin' abowt takin' me ta TED's. I doant lyke dat playce, it smellz funnee. But da TED we haz iznt so bad, he iz furry nyce an' wen he piks me up an' tuchiz me, I doant mind a lot. Iffen yu doant no, TED stanz fur The Evil Doctor (I letted myne mom spell dat wun part fur me). Myne doktur izunt furry eevul.

Myne 'doptid mom an' da MealMan iz gon to a purrtend war fur da long weekend. Dey playz wif da SCA; medeevul reinactmuntz. I iz a bit mad, cuz dey took bof' da pill-o'z frum dere bed an' awl da blankiez too. Wheer is I spozed ta snuggul?

Wel datz it fur neow, I needz a nappy!

Da TM

I haznt postif heer fur a wyle, cuz I fink myne mom iz tew bizzy wif da kittin. Hur haz ben in heet an' is drivin' me crazee! I haz hissd at hur an' smaked hur a buncha tymez, but it duznt help nun. Da gud fing is dat I kan be OWTSYDE haf uv da day! Frum ayt ta ayt I kan stay owt dere an' awa.y frum da Spittul kat. Myne mom or myne MealMan bringz wadder owt dere fur me tew, dat'z nyce. Da onlee bad fing iz dat myne mom sez Spittul iz heer ta stay. I fink hur iz wurser dan da Droolee Dawg dat wuz heer beefor! Maybee wen hur gitz biggur shee wil bee beddur.

How kan I git ridduv a kittin?

1. Okay, duz aneewun noe howta git ridduv a kittin? Cuz we gotted wun, da MealMan brotted it home an' neow itz ben eetin myne fud an' luvvin onna myne Mom! It izunt skeerd uv me at awl! Not skeerd uv Spatz neether. Neow it kan git uppon da bed awl by itzself! Iz deer no playce ta hyde frum it? Onlee Owtsyde an' wen it gitz bigger, it will go owt dere too. Myne mom sez I lukz lyke I cud be itz mommy, butt I dont wantu. Mayke it go awayee!

Andy Kat an' Weerz da Toona?

I iz not so shur abowt dat Andy kat. Neow he kumz efurry day ta git a snak outta myne fud bowl! An myne Mom an' doptid Mom letz hym dooit! He kumz an' nokz onna door inda moornin', he lernd dat frum Spatz an' me! An' da uther fing is dat alla suddin deer is no toona! We haz free uvver flayverz, butt no toona...dis iz not gud! So I iz stikkin wif da dry fud fur neow. Duz yu fink dat mayeebee Andy iz eetin' it awl hizself? I wil be furry mad iffen dat iz da kayse!

I Gottid ta Yooz It!

I jus noe dat myne mom haz ben postin' onna hur bloggy an I hazunt gottin a chanz ta post onna myne fur munthz! Butt I iz heer neow, an I gitz ta yooz hur new 'puter too!

I haz a prahblim... I haz dis guy kat dat haz ben hangin' aroun' myne hows. He tryze ta git inna da hows an he haz effen lernd how ta nok onna door lyke me an Spatz duz! I fink he wantz ta liv wif us! Hiz hows iz behin' owrz an dey haz a lotta dawgs an sum uvver katz dere. Myne mom sez fingz iz weerd, shurlee he cudint be my brofur Redford, cumm'd bak ta protek me. Lemme tell yu da storry soz yu kan unnerstan' y.

Wen I wuz jus a liddul kittin an firs' livin' wif myne mom, we hadded 4 uvver katz in owr famulee. Myne mom cawld us da Jay Jay Rat Pak, cuz owr inishulz wer JJRAT, fur Jason, Jessica, Redford, Amanda an me... Tyler. Redford wuz sooo mad dat Mom brot me home dat hur kep tellin' him dat I wuz hiz baybee. Da furs tyme hur let me go OWTSYDE Redford showd me howta klyme a tree. He wuz klymin up an den heed jump off. Den he let me klyme up dere, butt he neffur showd me howta git down! Wen he kaymd in Mom askkid him wheer hiz baybee wuz an he jus closid hiz eyez an turnid hiz hed, lyke 'Wut baybee?' It tuk a long tyme fur hur ta figger it owt an den hur hadda git me ta jump downta hur, cuz I wuz skeerd.

So y duz hur wunder bowt dis? Cuz dis boy kat, hiz nayme is Andy btw, he iz red an wyte lyke Redford, aldo hiz fur iz diffrent. So wun day we wuz OWTSYDE, me an Mom an Andy...an Mom wuz tawkin ta me an' hur sed, y duzint yu lyke Andy?...cuz he ebben haz a strypee tayl lyke Redford did. An ryte den Andy rund offur an klymd uppa tree an jumpid down agin. An he neffur did dat bee4 or afdur dat, jus' dat wun tyme. Momz eyez gottid reel BIG an neow hur duzint now wut ta fink; cood dat be Redford cummin' bak ta be wif me? Da way it iz sumtymez I akz lyke I seez Jessie'z goastee, an neow Redford too?! Wut duz yu fink?

Dis iz awl myne Momz fawlt!

Myne mom kan git so bad abowt lettin' me onna 'pooter ta do myne blog, butt her prahmissuz ta help me soon!

Tawk atcha den! =^..^=

Da TM

Dat Dam Spatz Cat!

Myne mom haznt ben onna puter laytlee, so I cudint ryte heer. Me an' Spatz haz ben fytin alot. Hur maykz me mad sumtymez! Wen I iznt hungree fur myne brekfust, hur kumz an' eetz it! Dat iz not ryte! Itz myne fud ta eet layter wen I iz hungree! An' hurz alwiz bowstin' 'bout how dis iz hur howse. Iz NOT! Itz owr howse, cuz I livz heer too, an' so duz myne mom. Dis iz what hur lookz lyke; in da pikshur hur iz sleepin' wif MealMan. Hee'z hur dad.