Thursday, December 29, 2005

 

Being a riter is hard.

Sometimes I dont no what is intresting or not. I meen, how many times can I rite that I am the prettest cat in the world, even if it is true? Wich it is, you shuld see me sitting in the window, I look so pretty.

I am wating for Cicco to do something else bad, it is fun to rite abowt him when hes bad. But he keeps doing the same old stuff -- opening cabnets and drawers, chassing me, and hogging Mommy.

But tonigt he was kind of funny, he wented in the baffroom when Mommy was taking her shower, he was sitting on the edge of the tub and meowing at her and trying to paw her thrugh the shower curtin. Maybe he thogt she was drownding in all that water, I used to think that when I was yunger and came to live with Mommy. She wuld take baths all the time and I wuld try to get her to stop, I wuld say NO!! Your fur will get all wet and you will drown! But she wuld just laff and say oh my sweet boy, Mommy is just trying to get cleen!

He is ten, he shuld know that. Maybe his old parents dint take baths or nothing. Anyways, I tole him it was okay, and then we tooked a nap while Mommy looked in the mirrur to see if she was old yet.

Comments:
I've seen your mommy. She isn't old. She's pretty - like you.
 
Thats what I tole her, Ant Diane! Well, shes not quiet as pretty as me, but she still looks okay.
 
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