So da wetter man on da talky box sed an arktic win is cummin and der gonna be gusty wins. So Mommie wen owtsyde and gwabbed all dese pwastic tings offa da porch. Se sed it so dey donna bwow aways. I tink it maks a gud cave to hybirnayte in. Do kittehs hybirnayte? I tink dey shuld.
I can smell de owtsyde on dis chare. Itz weally dyrty doh Mommie. May bee yoo shuld cwean it.
Oh well, I dunna mynd gettin dyrty. Itz a gud cave to hidey from Shadow. An of corse smacky him in da head wen he walky by. Hehehehehe.
Mommie sez I gotsta stops smacky Shadow on da head or he gunna bitey me. I dunna no why he wuld bitey me. Itz not a bitey game, itz a smacky game. Silly Mommie.
Pee. Ess. - For dose who askey me wut I wuz dwinkin yesserday, it waz iced tee. But Iz only gots a wittle sip (enuff tyme fur mommie to takes da piccyture) den she tuk its away an mades me gets off da table. But she put tem-tay-shuns on da flooor fur me so dat mades it better.
Mmmm tem-tay-shuns............gotsta go find dat bag.
