If you will rememburr, dear readers, a little while back, we posted da rulez of da howse. Alreddy, it seems, da beans haz furgot, and is in seerius violashun of 2 of da mos impawtent ones!
First, Der wuz a nice, soft cushin on da table. Purrfect for sittin an lookin' or fur nappys. I gots chased off, an today, mom wuz writin on it!!
Next, an' effen worse, we finks dat da "D" word haz been put into effect: Our bowlz iz not full alla time, and what's worse, Mom is now usin' a speshul scoop to measure how much she puts in da bowl! As if dat wer not bad enuf, she iz now pickin up da bowlz and hidin dem in a cabnet offurrnite and after brekfist. What iz goin' on?
Dad called Munchkin a tubby-butt da odder day, dat's whats goin' on. Shee iz a fatso, and needs to lose sum wate. When she runs down da hall, her belleh swings back an forth, like her sisfur Soot's used to do. Dat iz one thing. but den he had da nerve to say I wuz gettin a belleh on me!! Why, I'm a slim, active youngster! How rude! Meewhile, Patches iz losin' wate, an' so gits extry treats! Meowf!