Thursdee Thrashings

Confuzled kittehs....here we are again.  Still here... Still cold.  Hey!  No fair!  Isn't it supposed to make warm sunpuddle is the sun is shining?  Iz cold!  Brrrrrsss instead of Purrrrss.  I haz put red writin' today, cuz it looks warm!

We finks mom iz loosin' her mind.  She opend up a "hub pages" accownt, fur writing stuf...iz not zackly like a bloggie.  But, now, she furgots what she wuz gonna write on der.  Hers is not happy wif herself.

We has been doing extry purring for her, and I effen woked her up wif my speshul whisker-kisses dis mornin, an singin purr songs, but she didn't laff like usual.  She just petted me, an said I wuz a sweet kitteh.  Den she put me off da bed an ran fur dat liddle room where da beans spend time gettin wet an sittin on a furry strange lookin chair dat makes noises!

Duz anyone know why dey has to get into dat wet box?  Izn't da tongue much more effishint?  An kin anyone tell me why, iz cold weather, dey sayin iz cold, and still reach into dat big cold box, and drink cold stuffs?  Beans is furry, furry strange.

Mom just had to clean all da messy papers off her desk in a big hurry, so dat man could come look at her printer.  Let me see.. he is ummmm...what's da word da beans use.... "married"??  to mom's dotter...so duz dat make him our uncle? 

Mom's printer haz died, an so he let her use one that dey were not usin' anymore...till mom kin save up sum green papers for a repair.  She iz not happy or in a good mood today, dat iz fur sure.

We iz all purring extra hard around her, so she feels better.  WE knows it iz helpin, cuz when we iz by her an purrin, we usully get snagged up into her lap fur pets and cuddles and neck scritches, and kisses.

Signed, Munchkin

OK--what happened here???  We wuz tryin to skedjool dis post fur midnite, cuz iz not Thursday yet where we lives, an it sumhow got publisheded already anyhow on Wensdee at only 9at nite.   Meowf!