lookin at miself on da catster

wow!

dis iz ware it all began brudderz an sistahz.

catster.

i haven't vizitid da old nayberhood inna wile.

lookit doze pikshurz uv me.

i wuzza kyoot kitten.

wile i wuz dere, i vizitid mi bes frend reebok da grate.

u know ... it'z troo.

wen yer bes frendz, u don't hav to talk evree day.

wen u finally do get together it'z like u saw eech udder yesturday.

...

in udder nooz:

i had stake las nite.

delish!

jus sayin'

a update on mi frend bruce (da boss)

BRUCE UPDATE 8.30 PM - He is home, calm & relaxing in his crate, he has had food & water & lots of chin tickles!! & is slowly drifting off to sleep, all is good so far. One leg has superficial cuts, the other is badly damaged, with severed tendons & nerves. They are a bit concerned he could have a very slight fracture of the pelvis but said this would be dealt with by crate rest anyway. He goes back Friday for change of dressings and check up.

an now back to yer regyoolarly skedyooled blog:

hoo needz to ware sunglassez ...

wen u can jus munch on 'em ...

delishus.

wut da?

sum time ago ... wen we were all young an free spiritid ... many uv us catz belonged to catster.

after moovin along to da blogosphere, i started payin more attenshun to mi blog.  i never fergot mi catster frendz, tho.

one uv mi favrit frendz at catster wuz bruce da boss.

he wuzza popyoolar an verree busy cat in dat nayberhood.

mi mom an da grate mom uv bruce were akshooally da furst mom'z to meet in reel life.  dey met atta springsteen concert many, many, many yeerz ago.

it wuz verree eksitin.

bruce wuz inna serious accident dis mornin in da yoo kay.

it seemz dat he fell into a greenhowse an hurt hizself bad.

in fact ... he wuz in shock after hiz accident an inna lotta pain.

 

i am purrin an purrayin fer a speedy an compleet recovery.

yer in mi mind an in mi hart brudder!

mi favrit spot

can u see ware i'm sittin?

i'm sittin on mi favrit spot.

it'z da kitchen table.

it hazza glass top an it'z verree cumfterbul.

i like to leev mi fur on it azza speshul treet fer doze hoo will be eetin on it.

sum mite think it'z unsanitary.

i don't care.

it'z mi favrit spot.

da end.

wunderin

 

wut haz becum uv me?

i wuz once da king uv da grate owtdoorz.

i stood on da back wall ...

 

an enjoyed da byootiful dayz an warm sunshine.

i thot evreethin wuz funnee on da pat-ee-yo an i laffed an laffed!

life wuz grate.

i lissened to da jeterbird an felt free!

wut happened to doze dayz wen i stood by da door ... wen da growt wuz cleen ... an begged mi mom 

"owt ... lemme owt!"

doze dayz ar gone.

now, wen i go owt becuz mi mom iz in da backyard ... even a bee flyin neer me freekz me owt ... an i rush to get back in da howse.

an i lie on da cloze hamper ...

in da air condishunin.

am i a prizoner uv mi howse?

i am wunderin.

how did i becum hoo i am today?

reedin da sportz paje onna saturday afternoon.

dere iz nuthin like reedin da sportz paje onna saturday afternoon after a grate game on friday nite!

it'z espeshullee grate wen yer teem iz in first place!

if u wanna getta lode uv da standinz in da american leeg an da national leeg
jus click on da title uv today'z post!

u will be glad u did!

an wile yer dere ... leev a messije!

mi brudder matsui givz mi mom da bird.

warnin: if u belong to da audubon society dis will be verree disturbin to u.  it'z not mi fault ... it'z mi brudder matsui.

...

mi brudder matsui brot mi mom a gift today.

mi mom sed da followin:

"Oh please Matsui.  No more gifts!"

i hope it wuzzen't da jeterbird we herd dis mornin.

duhr.

...

speekin uv jeterbird, mi mom herd da "jeter, jeter, jeter, jeter, jeter jeet" dis mornin wen she retreeved da messije frum da noo york yankeez on her cell phone.  she wuz so eksited.  evreethin pointed to sum eksitin nooz ... (da bird singin an da fact dat da yankeez' pct iz .618 wich iz mi mom'z lucky number)

so wen she returned da call an talked to da guy frum da noo york yankeez she wuz a little disappointed dat he wanned to sell her a seesunz packije or sumthin.

anudder duhr.

she wuz able, however, to menshun her cat jeter harris.

still no free ticketz.

oh well.

sorree mom.

but you did getta bird.

jus sayin.

havin a little fun wid mi brudder mickey

i saw mi brudder mickey on da bed dis mornin an i jus had to jump up an tell him sumthin. 

i wispered it in hiz eer ... jus lowd enuff fer him to heer ...

i sed ...

YER SNORIN!

dat fixed it brudderz an sistahz.

he stopped snorin.

da end.