Thursdee Thots

Las nite, da Dad cooked fish.  We kin still smells it, and he didn't give us any!  Meowf!  An he had da nerve to say on accownt of little bones.  Does he fink dat kittehs who lives alone an catches fish no eats da bones?  Mai goodness!  We will try beggin frum Mom instead tonite.  Mebbee she will fix sum for us.

Our poor beans are still haffing all kinds of trubbles.  Just when it seems like fings mite be startin to git better, sumpin else goes wrong.  Las nite, Dad's compooter would not connect to da innernets.  He wuz on da phone to da tekkie peoples, an it seems dat sumpin called a 'rowter' haz gone bad.  We iz just lucky dat mom's computer kin still get online, cuz dey iz both plugged into da same rowter thingee.  So dat's more extry moneys for a noo one of those.

Den, las nite, when dey wuz cleanin up da kitchen, sumpin broke inside da faucet, an water wuz comin out all offur da floor  from unner da sink.  OMC.  Such fings Dad wuz sayin'!   Da kitchen wuz all fixed up nice in 2007, so dat faucet iz not furry old.  Mom wuz upset on accownt of water on da floor, cuz iz a wood lam-in-ate floor, an no good fur water to floods on it.  Dey cleaned up all dey could reach, but no way to get unner da sink to dry what went unner der.

So, now we haz to cloze today's post, cuz Dad needs to look sumpin up on da innernet, and he haz to put hiz compooter directly into da mow-dem.. dat will disconnect Mom's compooter.

So, we will see you laters, furriends!

S...Tigger