wut do u get wen ...

u cross dis ...

wid dis?

u get dis ...

mi mom wuz reedin dis book ...

an fownd da pikshur uv "jezix."
i miss mi frend.

... 

mi furz

do u see it?

do u see ware mi furz go up a bit on mi back?

yup.  it'z a little disturbin.

i am jus sayin.

...

speekin uv disturbin, mi mom told me i smell.

duhr.

da old waterin hole ...

i fergot how grate it iz to drink frum da kitchen fawcet.

da water iz cool an comez in a nice streem.

it'z much more fun to drink dis way dan frum a bowl.

i am jus sayin.

...

speekin uv jus sayin,

mi mom'z frend in da skool sed da followin today:

"I was reading your cat's blog.  You're so funny"  Is there a program that spells like that?"

first: no madam ... dere iz no program... it'z mi spellin an it'z grate.

second: mi mom iz funny????

u think typin iz funny? , becuz dat'z wut she duz.

duhr.

ware iz da respect?

nap/tuck

wen i nap, i like to tuck mi legz.

all us catz enjoy dis posishun.

but yesterday i wuz really tucked in ...

... an mi mom sed i looked like a lofe uv bred.

(dis iz fer any reeder hoo iz notta cat or hoo 

duz not havva cat.  fer doze uv u hoo are catz or hoo hav catz ... dis iz nuthin speshul.) 

...

speekin uv speshul,

mi brudder matsui  slept on mi mom'z robe  las nite an dis mornin it smells kinda speshul.
I am jus sayin.

i knew it!

back to da skool ... an ...

duhr!
no selfiez ... no pikshurz ... no posts.

jus a lot uv me ... hangin owt on da kitchen table watin fer mi mom to get home.
jus a lot uv talk abowt da wether an da cold an worryin abowt doze two dummiez stayin owt wen dey should be in.
jus a lot uv laffin jus thinkin abowt max sugjestin dat dere izza "mrs. joba."
but i discovered sumthin i forgot abowt!
i discovered drinkin frum da fawcet!
it'z grate!
...
speekin uv grate,
it'z grate dat da temperacher iz warmer an dat stoopid joba can stay owtside widowt everyonne gettin crazy.
dat meenz i can come owtta da bedroom an eet wen i want an not smell hiz stoopid smell in da howse.
hmmm.  dere we go talkin abowt da wether again.
oh well.

c-o-l-d!!!!!

i meen ...

r-e-e-l-y   c-o-l-d!

joba iz in ... and pretty soon, matsui will get smart an come in da howse.

me?

i'm snuggly warm writin to you while relaxin on mi mom an dad'z bed.

...

i can heer da wind pickin up an i know dat da temperature iz gointa plummit ... wutever dat meenz.

brrrr.

...

in udder nooz:  mi mom went back to da skool.

it wuz quiet in da howse so i rested an waited fer her to come home.

tomorrow she hazza 2 hour delayed openin due to da cold... which meenz more time fer me.

i think i will ask fer a speshul breakfast.

da end.

all in

yup brudderz an sistahz

we are all in ...

da grate owtdoorz haz been so snowy an cold,

even matsui and dat joba hav spent da last few nitez in.

it'z sumwat disturbin fer me to hav dat joba in da howse, but i'm makin do.

(wutever dat meanz.)

...

 

duzzen't mi mom know she can get cootiez?

duhr.

...

in udder nooz,

mi mom iz goin back to da skool tomorrow after a long vakashun.

i wunder wut dat meenz fer mi blog.

jus thinkin owt loud.