I wuvs, wuvs, wuvs dis kitteh two! Gives it maanee maanee cheezburgers!!!!!

Kin ah I skracht dis kitteh unner da chyn?

I has sore insides but not noes qwite why.

Well, I noes a liddul.

Leaf bee rite. Dis place bee like balm.

(In non lolcatsese, this is a beautiful cat, completely stunning. He/she/it sits so pretty, too!)

I had had badddd relapze (had bad drugz problem wen i wuz younger, den stoppeded, but got REEELY depressdified an stedda gettin REEL meds, got da old-fashioned self-meddicating kind. Bad plan.) an wuz tryin to get straytened out. Roomie’s frend brought bebekittur over one nite. Him boppded up to my grownup boykittur, popped him in da noze, and took over da howz. Him snorgled me an slept on my chest and purrrrrrrrrred and waz very very silly kittur. Den he growd up some, and got all “who needz hyoominz?” But he still very very silly kittur, an wen nobuddy lookin, he still sleeps on bed and givs me snorgles and smoo. An all dat snorgulation and smoo-osity maded my pression go way! No more badd drugz, still some regular-kind meds, but mostly just kittur therapy.

Everyone should be as lucky!

…also, yr eskoozd.

Mine iz purplz and bloos! I sleept wif it last nite!

Love kitty’s lovepaws.

*hic*

I laff, an I cry
Is because of lolCats!

cheez ppl maek me wan2 B better(nycer, kyder, phunnier dan b4) – is gud playce.

* haz a big swig of martini *

Ah luvs joo giezzzz

tee hee : )

I has teh depreshun too. It be much bettar den it wuz a fyoo yeers ago, but I still gots mai bad dais. Meds make me vry sleepy too, but LOLkittehs halp keep me awaik.

wen de wurld b 2 hard 4 me 2 unnerstan, n peeps b mean n ignoruhnt iz GUD 2 kom heer n luk n reed n laff!
)

I dint see u down heer. Butt – maeks no matter – no such thing as too meny {{{{{{hugs}}}}}!

And hey – u speeks reel gud. Dunt bee afrayd nawt to be funnie. Often – peepl taek sumthin taht wuz just – tehre – and run the funniest trhed ebber. U just nebber knows whut will set sumthing off.

It wuz a dark and stormee nite, with teh lighting crashing and teh rain pourin down wehn Barney furst appeard – awn teh day after mai father died. and when we bringed him into teh house, he wud sleep wif mai muther (hoo hitherto had nawt particularlee lieked teh kittehs) with his liddle arms around her nek. Den he wud skootch over to mai dad’s bed.

Later – mai mom lukked at Barney wunz and sed “I TOLD u nawt to plant taht pear orchard.”

Barney, alas, cannot drives teh traktor. Too liddle.

Now – whut do u cawl a gud start?

And us has invited us awl to visit u with niice hawt beverajes and snorgles n awl. How kewl is taht?! I say, Post away, deer Shera (kittehvet) and let teh Floorcat taek teh hindmost!

And – wile ur awn teh subjekt – has u sum kittehs? Kin u tell us a bit abawt tehm?