dis stuff iz grate!

early chanukah gift frum skeezix

 fabyoolus!

itzza holiday!

it'zza holiday brudderz an sistahz!

no ... not thanxgivin ... dat'z thursday ...

it'z da

arrival uv da grate food lady!

an she brot me swag ...

  hoo wooda thot dat crunch 'n clean wood make me so happy?

i luv it, mi frendz!

  i wuz beggin fer more an more!

(i hope skeez duzzen't see da gift i got him ... i wuz jus tryin it owt!)

i havta tell u, tho ...

 i'm in luv wid da food lady.

da end.

(an now i havta figyer owt how to get into her room tonite so i can sleep on her bed.  jus sayin')

saturday iz like a holiday ... yes?

mi sistah debra sed da followin dis mornin:

"Ew Jeter ... You smell."

so i jus wan u to know sistah ...

i do not smell an now i'm goin owtside.

da end.

...

in udder nooz:

joba finally came upstairz after a full day uv hidin frum steel cut Irish Oatmeal.  i did, in fact, eet hiz brekfast.

anudder holiday an mi mom iz home

itz anudder holiday an mi mom iz home ...

dat meenz thingz were sumwut diffrent dis mornin in mi howse.

mi mom slept until 6:00 an it wuz eksitin fer her.

da only cat in da howse wuz dat kitten joba an she sed:

"Come Joba ... I'll feed you first!"

but az she wuz placin hiz plate on da floor, mi sistah debra came runnin down da starez sayin:

"Mom! Will you make me steel cut Irish Oatmeal?"

an dat kitten joba took off like a bat an we haven't seen him since!

duhr.

mickey an i ate owr brekfast ... den matsui ate hiz.  mickey thot it wuzza table fer two wen mi mom put matsui'z food down ... so matsui only gotta half a brekfast!

joba never came up fer hiz.

i tride many timez to eet hiz dish dat wuz on da cownter ... but mi mom caught me in da act an finally invited me to leev da kitchen by way uv da door to da backyard.

matsui asked mi mom to remoov a tic frum hiz neck.  ticz luv matsui.

joba still diden't come upstairz.  mi mom went down to look fer him an he'z well hidden.  he must not like steel cut Irish Oatmeal.

an dat iz da mornin in dis howse so far.

i'm ritin dis wile i'm sittin owtside ... waitin fer mi mom to let me in to eet dat kitten joba'z brekfast cuz he'z NEVER comin upstairz at dis rate.

...

mos important ... 

it'z veteran'z day an time fer us to think uv da troopz an doze men an women hoo served dis country.

i'm thinking uv sollie an mi bes frend in da werld

sarge charlie

i hope dat u will vizit him today an thank him fer hiz love fer an hiz loyalty to owr country.