here’s a couple of things i stuck up elsewhere under a semi sorta nom de plume, kwayla kitty. it’s family friendly stuff and rated: G. unlike my usual insanity. i hope you enjoy it.
Hi, everyone. Some of you are already my friend and I do appreciate that a whole lot. Really I do.
I think my main writing problem will be trying to stay awake long enough for me to get something typed. I type pretty good for a cat, huh? any way, just remember I’m just a little kitty who got lucky and got rescued a long time ago by my mom. Now my mom has a new friend and he’s way cool cause he plays with me a lot. I like him but sometimes I have to bite him. Hard. Cause I’m weird at times and I like the taste of man blood.
So I hope you read this and make me happy. I’m already happy casue I have a nice mom and dad. But if i get me some readers I’ll be pleased as punch.
Meow for now,
P.S. I know where the good canned cat stuff is in the kitchen. But I can’t get to it on my own. If you can help out in that regard let me know. Most of the time I just get the dry stuff. Yucky!!!
I had a pretty good weekend considering I didn’t get any good cat food. Again. I really don’t know what it is but I guess a girl can’t catch a break. Feline wise any how. I also got yelled at quite a bit by mom over the weekend.
I was just doing my usual kitty stuff but I suppose she wasn’t amused. Neither was dad but he didn’t yell as much. We’re buddies and buddies stick together. That is unless he needs a good chunk taken out of his forearm by my razor sharp teeth. Only I know when that is liable to happen. However, I must say he is getting much much quicker. I may need to forget this buddy stuff and work on my kitty warfare tactics some more.
Mom and dad went to a cooking demonstration at a local winery for lunch on Saturday. Not me I had to stay home. I think maybe they were being too cheap to add me to the festivities. But then I never get to go any where any ways. Sigh. The sad fate of most cats every where these days They said they had a nice time. And that the food was pretty darn good. Plenty of vino to swill as well. Lucky them. I have always wondered what vino tastes like. Something else nobody seems to care if I ever get the chance to do or try. I’ve come close I guess. Dad and mom like to blow their wine breathe in my face. I suppose the fumes are pretty much like what it tastes like. Though I really don’t know.
I do know that I love feet. People feet to be exact. Smelling clean or dirty ones. It makes no difference to me. I like to smell mom’s feet then bite her toes or foot. I guess that was what all the yelling was about. I’m just a little kitty and I can’t help it. Sue me, as dad is apt to say.
I hope you guys had a nice weekend too. See you gators laters. The front door is open and I hear little birds on the patio.
Meow for Now,