One day I become shedding, bad-tempered butterfly.
One day I become shedding, bad-tempered butterfly.
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Flutterbys r free…
free to hab meny hoomin slaves wif posable fumbs.
furst kitteh me resku fwom abandun was a flutterby. Shi naw has meni hoomin pets.
As she should.
ndeed Romeow! how r u dear? dis pic madeed mii lol!
a happy dance ov da buttfly dance fur u!
*flutter, dip, danse, flutter, dip, danse…*
Oh mah Princess,
U danse eben more byootifully than teh flutterbys in the Princess Mu Meadow.
*bows to teh Princess*
da bascotti partay is mush fun Janet an Romeow!
LOL!!!
*sigh*
I tries too doo a byootifull butterfly dance fur u in mah butterfly costume, butt
I r in reealitee juss a clumssee Dawnkee.
Can sumwun bonk me wiff teh Majikul Wand so I kin fly like wen dat ole lady
tried to sell me?
(O.T….Romeow, dat cat hab a sertun characturristic dat intreegs mee…
)
Bonked U B!1! Kalfeen teh Majikul Dawnkey, Fly as onlies u knoes bestest. Dis B an in ur hed plaice, an we knoes house beutiful in ur hed U trulee iz, sew dans sum moar
WooHoo!
*donkee soars intoo teh air, flappin flutterby wings an kickin feets!*
Kafleen!!! u luk so prittee up dere!! wif ur wingz sparkling in deh
sunshine!! adn deh earsez flapping in deh breezez. I b thinking
u shud b keeping deh wingz 4 eber. u haz cumingded out uv ur
crysalysalys adn turninged into deh awsum Flutter Bai Dawn Kee.
{{Kafleen}}
Oh!!! *gasp* It fitz!!!! It is rite!! Wai not???
Kafleen – teh awsum Flutter Bai Dawn Kee (aka Aurora)
Hao odderlee byootiful taht iz!!!
*reeches up – ketches Aurora bai teh liddle spalrkee hoof – pull her down too urth*
{{{{kafleen}}}}} *smootches her upawn hur kyoot liddle Dawn Key Nosie*
Yoo can fly an sparkle nao – go an show teh whirlled just hoo it iz yoo reelee ar!!1
*releeses hoof – Aurora flies bak into teh sky an diappeer – laffing happilee – into a cloud*
sighhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhh so bery, bery beau-t-us
It reelee is. I keep reeding it ovurr and ovurr.
Oh, Janet…I red u say Aurora beefoar…I just went an googled it.
Dat wus such a lovely post u justt did ; I thot mebbeh Aurora wuz
something byootifull an sentimental, but…
I founded a political site… ?
I has a confoosed….can u essplain too us bowt dis?
o hai, kafleen teh beyootymus flying dawn key, i don’t kno how teh
nastee politixical pleh influ – intilf – gotted into yur google, but i luked
an aurora meens for teh loverly norfern and sufern polar lites taht flikr
so byootimussly in teh sky. jus liek yoo.
awwww….. ♥
Well – there iz this:
http://www.exploratorium.edu/learning_studio/auroras/auroraslook.html
An Aurora meens “dawn” in Italian. (And it’s also the name of the Princess in the ballet “Sleeping Beauty.” An yoo hav nao awakened an returned to yur reel gloious self.
Teh kwote ai rote befoar wuz from LaBoheme (Puccini)
It’s neer teh end of teh opera. Mimi, now dying, returns to be wif her Rudolfo.
He says tenderlee to her “Tu sei bella come un’ aurora.”
( You are as beauiful as the dawn)
And she says to him. No – you are wrong. You meant to say – I am like teh sunset.
Oh, Janet, how could I have doubted you.
{{{Janet}}}}
When I first saw the name I thought of Sleeping Beauty, too. I see
how it all interconnects, and your full intention, my wonderful friend.
I had teh oddest thot teh uddur day. It was about all things, Stend.
I saw myself calling in a lovely, awed voice, “I seed ur butterfly
wings, Stend!” I wonderred wiff wunndurs bowt dis.
Den today, I gotted sum text message thing frum ICHC sayin
a butterfly pikshur coming up later. I thot, Wundurr if Stend will
bee there? *looks arown sadlee* Gess not.
Teh Donkee has a shy intreegment bowt Teh Stend.
Issunt I strange? Sumtimes I doo not understand ebben mahself.
Butt ur surprise description wuz byootimuss.
♥
Kafleen bonked buh her own stick n I misted it. Nurts.
Fanks, Janet,
Itz sew un 4unate taht sum peeps wil nawt open tehir harts 2 opra.. Sew manee byootimus storeez an music..
1 of mai dreems iz 2 see tsh aurora in itz full gloree. Jus lie bak inna chare or onna blankie an revel in itz byootee.. *sigh* We don see mush of it heer ..
Iz like a mirikle to see a lil bit – ebry few yeerz..
Woweeee.. Sew awesum…
* awtomatiklee goes into momee mode*
“Don go 2 high naow, deer. Bemember itz yor nawt second time fliing!!”
*Don fly 2 close to teh sun *
This is my pupa.
its okay; he’s cool
Pupa? I didn’t eben kno he was in skool.
So many’s puns cud go here. But no, I’s above all dat.
So I just larva it alone.
Oh Dave,
Ur on my cystal-list.
I jus knowd you wunt let meh down Romeow!
Oh DavechDTc – pleez dont leev it alone!!!! BOOM
Sorree – it wuz to encouraj you!!
My mutter wud say to yous:
“Encourage him’s at your owns peril.”
And just wait until I learn to fly! Birdies beware!!
I neber peeked into a crysall…krisiliss…teh pre-flutterby fing, and seed a cute liddle face liek dat.
closest ting is teh Glow Wurm.
Cyootest wurm I ebbur saw.
O hai, kafleen!! *gigglolz*
Howdee.
{{{jch4k}}}}
nawt nawt sekkund
ohai i iz godemperur uf doon. (spice must flo)
Doon ref, FTW! LOLZ!
Bloo aiz tu pruv it, ai haz dem.
Wen I become a flutterby,
teh furst purrson to try to pick meh up by mah wings
iz going to get a poyntee surprize.
W00t!! wOOt!! Romeow!! How nice to see you sitting up tehre wiv teh flutterbys. . .
Ai hav just maed sum fresh Url Grey tee. An ai has sum nice biscotti. Wud yoo liek sum to silly brate yur lovelee posishun up there???
Oh why Fank Yew, JCH4K!
I cud use a liddle snakee.
*sips tea and nibbles biscotti*
Ebreewun – we haz lots ov tee an biscotti. Pleez pheel phree to joyne Romeow an me. and we can talk of menee things – ov flutterbys an cabijez an maybee eben. . .?
Why, tank u JCH4c! I can add sum lubbly fraisch froot salad to de gavering?
Iz gud to see a nowt-sweet face in the pic. Ai splorted so meny timz tesdadai, I be still mizzing a feew ob de brainz sells! I haz on my bafing cap wid de floofy pink n purpl flours todau, jus in caes!!
Lubbly fraisch froot salad wud bee verree gud indeed!!! An how clefur ov yoo to bee waring teh sturdee bafing cap. Luks reelee pritte awn yoo!
tnaks agin…Ai’s lurnin to take prcausions…;)
Teas an biscottis? I sowwy, I’s philistine. I no likes teas. Is dems udder beverigis on dat cart?
oh lookee dave can has dr. tinycat! here is a nice martonnie
Fank yous!!!
LOL!!! we can has prittee much wahteber yoo wants, ai think. Nice to haz your compnayee!!1
And – ai went to a birfday partee last nite – an we had CHAWKLIT MARTOONEEZ!!!
Ai dint know they were reel. Heer peepl hav been tawking about them fur weeks an weeks an ai thot they were just maeking it up cuz we awl luvs teh choklit!!!
HOOO NOOOOO??? Ai know – ebreebuddee but mee!!
Doan feel alls alone JCH4K, I fawt toklit martoonis was mayk-bleev, too!
iz awlso cawfee martoonies U noes? ( Slurpppp) fur tru, dey r.
Oooh boi.. I cud haz a cawfee martooni 2?? I cud hazza relax wif a liddel edge!
I lyke teh opra too. Mai cuzzin haz bin in teh San Fran Opra 4 manee yeers.. He hazza voyce like teh anjels…Whyle I need a bukkit to carri a toon!!!*sigh*
I took Esther to der opera 16 years ago hoping dat she would fink I was culchured and it might improve muh odds of gettin lucky. I did git lucky in that I discovered dat I rilly likes der opera. Esther hepped reinforce that luv of opera, Anyway, we have been subscribers at the Metropolitan opera ever sints. It is the ultimate in entertainment.
Oh, the Franco Zefferelli production of La Boheme is sublime but I is still a push ove for Der Meistersinger. Zauberflote is ob course also quite wunnerful, we luvs Mozart operas. Actually, any Franco Zefferelli production is transendant.
I is onna list of extras, if dey ever need a middle aged overweight white guy to stand on stage and hold a spear, I’se onna list. They hasn’t called yet but Ise reddy.
U nebber seizes 2 amaze, SnE. U R trooly a saltee n cultured indav… innavd… um, peep. Hmmm, dat maeks mii fink ob budder. Tiem fur popkorn!
Yur bruddy has a mynd inna gutter too? Sawy dat was gratuitous, Fanks fer the compliment. I always thought the best dishes had many ingredientz and were frequently highly seasoned.
It seemz tah yu R a verri well rowndid indviduwal, Sol….
Asid frum taht. we haz a lot in commin.. I 2 liv in the countri, an haz a luv of the burdz an animals. We feedz em awl. Frum teh deer to teh burdz… We wont git owr hummerz heer til teh furst ( oops) of May… Our properti abutz the park, an we haz an acre lake in frunt, wif largj mowf bass. In teh bak a woods an raveen wif waterfawl. I luv awl God’s creechurs. Altho, last yeer a BEAR went thru heer in the spring.. We had to stop feedin ebbryfing sew he wudin stawp and eet US!!!! Well, MAYBE he wood has eetin us.. He didin, tho..
Anudder voat fur opera heer! Tewmorrow I is broddcastin Haydn’s Orfeo ed Eurydice, wich iz not mush liek Gluck’s at awl.
Teh mewsic is gorjus, tho.
Ise pretty round alrite but spring is here an I’ll be owt werkin it awf soon enuff.
An axually I doesn’t luv allah Gods creechurs, I saw a cowbird at muh feeder today. I hates dem cowbirds. Time fer the Red Ryder carbine acshun bb gun with the compass inna stock.
Did yu hast send firty free cheereo’s bawx tawps to get yor free Red Ryder??
At leest yu wil nawt get lawst havvin teh compass inna stock..
.
Maybe yu need les cowburds and mor cowBELL. *snerk*
In a purrfect whirled, eberyfing wud b maed outta choklit.
Cept kittehs, ov corse.
Ov corse.
I dunno. I b liking deh sownd uv chokklit kittehz.
I like teh chokklit bunnehz at Eastr. i b thimking
deh chokklit kitteez wud b a nise liddel snak.
Ai doan kno—witch part wud u eet nawt-second? Coz ai awlwais eet teh bunneh’s eerses nawt-second.
Yes, itz teh onli wai.. Teh eerz tehy call 2 us!!!
Butt, wher 2 start on kitteh chawklit???
Itz a dilimma best solvded by manee, manee trials..
Nom, nom, nom
Dark chawlit- white chawklit, stripey chawklit….
Yummiez!
being da sort ov princess ah am, i belive no ingredient should be neglectid frum da martoonies ov life
lets try one wiff dark chokolit surup, a touch of chilli oil, an a dash of cream shaken vigoruslii. ad vodka and ice, shake agin. pour. you can garnish wiff chokolit shavings if desireded. da touch ov heat will go nicelii against da dark choklit and da ice will give a shot of coolness at da same tyme. uhmmmmm. sounds yummy. ….. brb 
mabbe iz awlmost a mole-toonie (pronounce taht mole-ay)? Cud b bery nighz
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
’sownz leik yu iz gud cuk. Nedez sum speshul glasez fur dat kined yummy.
Dat sounz wunnerful…may I adds some cinnamins, too?
oh yes! good idea!
Thank yoo DavechDTc – taht reelee maeks mee feel much bedder!!!!
choklit martooneez? nebber eben heerd ov tehm!
stoopy wurdpress…
*smiles, accepts bicotti and tea, opens box of petit fours and shares*
*ahem*
xon xoa dreamed he was a butterfly.
wen he awoke he did nawt no
if it was xon xoa who dreamed he wuz a butterfly,
or if it wuz a butterfly who dreamed he was xon xoa
( ah did nawt rite dat, but considered it aprapo
)
Dats berry zen ob yous, princess.
berri nize and apropru , Princess Mu. Sumpting to ponder up in az wel.
I’m glad u liked it! I learned it frum da kung fu episode where grasshopper learned dat magik is only an illusion and u must take responsiblity fur ur own actions.
Wat? Wat? Wat?
No magik?
Do u beleeb in magik in a yung gurls heart?
AI DOO!!! AI DOOO!!!
me tew!!!! but kung fu land is different dan cheese land!
Ebrybodies wuz fung-fu fytin!!
Dem kats wuz fast as lytnin!!!
we gotz yung gurlz rownd heer?
Wai yes, we doo. Wai do yoo ask???
Mees bein jentlemens dat I is, I’s not touchin dis wun wif tenn feets polecat.
Anuvver veri smartz man…. Tehm polcats can bee teh danjerus!!
Shur wee doo. Mai Gramma cawled herz brij-partnurz “gurls” an teh yungest ob tehm wuz 85. Taht wuz a whyle agoe nao—she bee wif CC nao. Ai miss hur—seh wuz 6 wekes shoart ob 104f birfdai wen seh went ober teh brij.
I bleeved mah sekund hubby wuz a Magic Man.
Till teh bills came in.
an then he dissapear?
I tink I tole u bowt him.
Butt no, not disappeer. Screem like a banshee and not pay a dime.
Dis is the foist Ive herd, sounds lyk a recipe fer disaster. You say he was yer nawt fiost lyk hes in yer past, If so, gud fer you, screem like a banshee is nawt offen a good sign.
Nyce Sol yo meathed – Kafleen – iffen he’s nawt in yer past Ise sure he has mellowed nad it itz werkin out fyne. Thass muh story an I’m stickin too it. (e
first u’ve herd?
I think sumtink is dawning on me.
*runs off too check on sumfin*
Veree aprapo. Oar – almoast opera!!! Ai brawt a liddle sumthing – down below. Ai hope It was nawt mai idea – it wuz Smammie’s idea. Purrhaps eben as we speek – he/she iz fetching sumthing. Ai’d liek teh “Flower Duet” Also veree prettee.
LOOK!!! Kirijailija just gave mee this luvelee poem ober awn “cheezfrenz.” Ai’m shur whe wudn’t mind if a share wif yoo az we drink ar tee an martoonies!
“May I offer you a kitteh poem? Not by me, but by the 17th century mystic Tukaram, from India. Translated by Daniel Ladisky in ‘Love Poems from God.’”
LANDLOCKED IN FUR
I was meditating with my cat the other day
and all of a sudden she shouted
“What happened?”
I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged
her to say more — feeling that if she got it all out on the table
she would sleep better that night.
So I responded, “Tell me more, dear,”
and she soulfully meowed,
“Well, I was mingled with the sky, I was comets
whizzing here and there. I was suns in heat, hell — I
was galaxsie.
But now look — I am
landlocked in fur.”
clap, clap, clap, pitty paws together. trulee awesum
*applause*
*applause*
*applause*
very nice pome, JCH4+K
.
in teh US of A, april is ten Nashnul Poetries Munth.
maybe otter cheezfrenz also has gud poems to share, about butterflais, or kittehs, or possums, or ???
*Pd’B scurries off to look for a good poem*
wai awr yu gibbin JCH40000000000000K appelsause?
didunt she say sumfing about teh froot salad??
There’s no wai that Purell iz gonna get awl teh applesause off of hims paws. Hope he finds teh soapee wadder before he finds teh keyboard.
sireeusly, wen ai wuz liddle, ai thot “applause” wuz “applesause”
letz awl gib mee a big rownd ov applesause!
*applesause, applesause, applesause*
A gud round ov applesause iz almost teh best!!!!
An now – hoo heer haz had home maid applesauce – as compared to teh thing yoo can buy in a stoar taht purrtends to bee applesauces??????
Remembur – ai live rite heer in teh southwest korner ov Meeshegun – where we hav teh best applez in the WHIRRLED!!!!
iffen u haz Staymen Winesap appelz haz U teh bestest, many kinds, gud and gudder, butz i sew lub teh Winesaps 4 appel dumplin’, pies, fritters,outta hand, an on an on.. Northern Spy nawt so bad eber. Waht U gotz?
Mai hubby’s granmama useded to maek teh bestest homemaid applesauce! I fink she maed it wif teh Stayman Winesaps too.
Nom nom nom
Winesaps is berry nyce apples but muh favorites is Macouns. Mutsu also good and it hard to beat plain ole Cortlands. I makes muh own aplsauce and I usually use the blend of windfall apples that teh local orchard sells cheap. Muh mudder wus here las October and we visit the orchard and picks some. I strats the applesawse when we git home and she gits hepfull. GRRRR! How does I keeps these wimmens outta muh kitchen? She added 2 cups sugar before I kood stop her. She lykes it sweet.
Ai fink teh fokes in Washing-ton state mite fite yoo ober taht wun! Ai has had hoam-mayde Grabbenstein appelz—mah favrit soss!
mai bad, forgots teh grabbenstein!1! dey nawt gro in NJ Appluls iz wunnerful fud 4 huumins eberywhere
Well – maybee. But teh Washington appulz we get heer dont hav muchfalvor oar tud tekschur.
doo yoo keep awl the gud wuns fur yurselvs and send teh rest away???
But – ai also do nawt know this Grabenstein Apfel.
Maybee ai can get mea tree an plant eet. Tehn – in a few yeer tiem – ai wud have som.
yesh………. we keeps teh gud wuns… jus laik we tells ebbrywun it rainz alla time sew dey dussnt noes how booofitul it is neeer skeattle
ai has made mini batches ob apple budder………..yummmmmmms……..cook inna oben ober nite own low heat…. stir frum time to time wen yew waiks up
an teh applesause is gud……..speshly teh lumpy kind wit lots ob cinnanoms!!
a poem for buttrflies and flutterbies
.
The Butterfly Effect
by Billie Collins (from “Sailing Alone Around the Room”)
.
The one resting now on a plant stem
somewhere deep in the vine-hung
interior of South America
whose wings are about to flutter
thus causing it to rain heavily
on your wedding day
several years from now,
and spinning you down
a path to calamity and ruin
is — if it’s any consolation —
a gorgeous swallowtail,
a brilliant mix of bright orange
and vivid yellow with a soft
dusting of light brown along the edges.
.
What’s more, the two black dots
on the wings are so prominent
as to make one wonder
if this is not an example of mimicry,
an adaptation technique whereby one species
takes on the appearance
of another less-edible one,
first brought to light,
it might interest you to know
and possibly distract you from your vexatious dread
with regards to the hopelessness of the future,
by two British naturalists, namely,
H.W. Bates in 1862 and A.R. Wallace in 1865.
Oh Phillipe – taht is so – so TAHT’s what happeneded to meee??? Ai can blayme it awl awn a flutterbye in South Anerica?????? sumhao – taht maeks mee feel much bedder!!!
NAWT MAI FAWLT!!! HOORRAY!!!
This is a poem by my cousin, Ian Burgham, from his book “The Stone Skippers”
TAKE THIS PLEASURE ON TRUST
You wake up some mornings keeping a watchful
eye on yourself, not wanting to turn your back on
yourself; mornings when doubts rise fast. And when
you’re about to admit you’re scared, really scared,
curiosity rescues you.
Along the river through linen-white light, the green
stem of birdsong, wings erupt in the sounds of leaves
the wind a symptom of the world, the river a cure,
a clarity breaking the chains.
Life breathes you.
Again you are rescued. Again you are surprised.
Kiwican — that poem is byootiful. thnx.
makes me feel like i’m paddling, in the morning … it can be just like what your cousin wrote.
Ohai PDB, thank u- I thinkso it’s byewtiful too. Berri prowd ub himz talentz!
Oh. may. CC.
kisican – can yoo pleez tell yur cuzzin taht ai think ai may go an buy hiz buk. – if this berree byootiful pom is a good eggampul ov waht lies within,
This isa reel “wowser.”
Thanks fur bringing it.
Ohai JCH4K!
I habbing trubbel wif dis paje- keeps borking on mee- butz wanted to sai dat
the book is hard to fined- soled owt berri kwiklee but rite nao u can get it from chaptersindigo.ca and also amazon.uk. Canadian & US amazon only list berri expensiv coppees. I jes ordered wun from chapters & it’s now on its way so tehy kan get itt.
Pam teh kiwican
(mai mom wuz Ian’s mom’s sisster)
beyootiful. Gib your cuzzin applesauce frum me, too.
Oh fank u JCH4K, PdB n kiwican fur hte byootimous poe-tree. Ai will shoorly habbing lubbly dreems tonite.
Wao. Es veree lubbly!
20x@
(5 fur yew
5 fur yewur fren
5 fur Tukaram n
5 fur Mr Ladisky fur trains… trams… maekn teh peom ’sessabull tew uz.)
Clappitee, clappitee, clappittee, wif tiny furee pawsiez…
Brava!!! Byootiful!!!
I noes how she feels.
Dat is sooooo…..O, Janet, sumtimes u say teh moast intreeging stuffs.
Mah littul grey cells are muchlee titillated.
Berry nice, Oh princess…
Sew bery thot provoking an deep..
Mmmm… tihs chai tee iz ezcepshunal, fanks.
hmmm. howz about sum nice chai tea, with hunnee an steemeded milk? yes? thanks you verry much JCH4K. an wun of those chawklit-covered biscotteez. wutz that? ai shud takes 2 biscoteez? well, ok, if you insists. nommity nommity. tnxvrymush.
OHAIPDB!!!
*gigglol* Ar yoo bak now??
An just hao did yoo know tehy were chawklit cubberd?? For ’tis troo – they ar!!1
an yoo liek chai? Ai lerned to maek it in India!!! wif frsh grated ginjur an teh cardanom – reelee gud!! We haz it offen!
OHAI !! yep, i are back. yew mean there are biscotteez wifout chawklit?
.
ai never had teh chai wif teh fresh ingreedyence. sounds delishus and nutrishus. do want.
It’s nawt hard – but – yoo wud hav to just trai it ’til i iz rite.
Yoo put teh milk an water in a pan (sort ov goes wiffout saying but ai cud tell yo a horror storee. . .) an start to heet it up. ai use about wun half milk/teh rest water.
Say – yoo ar maeking six cupz – yoo wud tehn put in about 6 teaspoons ov a playne (no flavor but tee) blak tee. Teh crush a – oh – maybee 10 fresh green caramnom an toss them in. An then grate about – sum – fresh ginger in it. Bring it awl to a simmer. Add hunnee oar shugar to tayste.
Wehn it haz turned “darkish” – tea looking – iz dun. Maybee five minits ov simmeringl
Strain into glasses an go “Ahhhhhhhhh.” Smellz delishus an taytes eben bedder.
Sorree – ai just doo waht looks an smellz rite. Ai ar – nawt a sinetist!!! LOL!!!
ARRRGH!!! ai ment 7. Use 7 spoons ov tea.
taht soundz kind ob sine-tific !
Yoo meen – taht’s what yoo doo too? Just toss in what luks rite an hoep fur teh best?
well, ai wuz furst referring to “use 7 spoons instead of 6″. but akshually, wen yew said “yoo wud hav to just trai it ’til iz rite” that is pretty much teh sine-tific approach.
*whispers conspiritorially*
donut tell anyone about the toss in what luks rite and hopes for teh best part. if werd got aowt, teh grate s-steam an re-spect that we sinetists receves wud be shot!!1!
dont furgit – ai can haz mai favoriet niece Jennifur!!! ai haz scene wif mai own aies a sinetist at werk. *snikur*
Sum hao – wehn it’s yur own niece – ai donno – certainlee ai respekz hur – an holwds hur in HAI s-steam. an ai cud awnlee unnerstand teh liddle werdz in her papurrrs an things..
Much liek yur buks, ai mite add. But – awww – it’s Jennifur.
Janet, I can haz cup of chai, too, plz? I lubs da cardanom..
I puts it in pullaa, a sweet yeast bread serbed wit kafe,
An I puts it in icee kream, n in kafe. Fresh cardanom is smell
and taste of luv made tangible and real.
Ize aka kirjailija. and I’m sorry I typed
translators name rong. lolspeak got into typing fingerz…ladinsky, it should be..>
O hai, booklion. LOL!!! an just hao menee ov yoo ar there???
But mennee tahnks fur teh pome. Ebbree buddee LUVS it. As doo ai.
Ai dont think we ar reelee propurrlee akwainted. Ai ar Janet ov the 4 kittehs, an ai extend to yoo moast happilee mai floofee whyte paw in frenship!!!
Tank yew, Janet, Our Lady of 4 Kittehs!
I tinks yu are Lady in da best sense ob da wurd,
n I tanks you fro yur paw of friendship, and I offers yu my paw, tu.
I am booklion, ‘cuz I am addi…adic…’cuz I haz lots ob buks n buiz more whenebber I can. And am soft, floofy lion. (Da pointy endz, I do haz dem, but dey be tucked away most always.)
“Fresh cardonom is smell and taste of luv made tangible and real”.
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Dis be teh byootimous. *sigh*
Tank u, 4.5 Kittehs.
Mi grmma used to bake big batch ob pullaa ebery week…so always the aroma ob cardanom in da air. Always made enough so a braid (loafs were braided) woud go stale. Den yu slice it, spread melted butter on da slices n sprikel wit cinnamin sugar. Put in low oben till dry. Dat is korppuja, for dunkin in kafe. Much light dan biksotti.
U wuz in India?
*sighs an flops on grownd enviously, chin too hoof*
Ur culchur, let u show us it….
Stratz tu sownd liek dis party gotz tea meny martooniez.
wuz dat a fleeting but elegant ref to sealing wax an cabbages and kings or is muh imagining runnig too free agin?
Ai sawed itt, 2, Sol—it wuz dere, ai’m shure.
I may luk like a purrito, but I’z still transforming.
I’m a higher life form.
I doan get nommed, I do teh nomming.
Conga Ratz 2 U Romeow!1! Du U wanna lissin 2 sumpthin’ frum “Madame Butterfly” 2 sellibr8?
Fank Yew Smammie!
Dat wud b nice. Plz joyn us in tea, biscotti, froot salad, and mush moar!
O hai Snammie – ai found a pritte wun. Do yoo hav wun too??? The moar teh merrier!!
Fantasy “Un bel di. . .” Madama Butterfly (Puccini)
Carefull – furst noat iz a bit loud – skeered mai kitteh. After that – OK!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_xWKWIf-VE
Hao byootiful!
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Fanks fur teh warning bout teh furst note. I had a kitteh rite next to the speeker.
LOL. ai think Fin iz still hyding under teh couch.
an yes – ai doo hav teh four ov tehm.
Barney – hoo arribed mysteriouslee in teh nite wif thunder an litning crashing awl around. We don’t know how auld he iz – but he iz – totalle amazing almost human.
Teh storm wuz teh nite after mai Dad died – an wee still luk at Barney an wunder. . .
Fin – Glorfindel – a LOOOOONG golden cat – free feet at leest streched out.
Fiona – his liddle sister – wun ov teh reelee kyoot blak wuns! (they will bee four)
An Cinders – a long hared awl grey kitteh – verree sweet – reskewed.
Awwww…Ur Barney iz a lot liek IBK’s Danny kitteh.
Aha! U share eggcellant taste in mu-sic, an awlso in teh lubberly tea an biscotti. Mai I pleas 2 share mai evening aperteef wif U? Limoncello. Goez nicelee wif biscotti an fruit salad.
*gasp* Smammie!!! Hoo AR yoo!! Ai LUVS teh Limoncello!!! ai used to lib in Italee – oh – teh Limoncello – to dye fur!!!
iz just common Murken domestic short hair…but haz da tummy ub da United Nations, and teh dairy-air to goes wif it
Mah Grandpa used to sai,
“there’s no beauty in bones.”
Teh bussers at a restaurant I wurked at wud sai,
“Bones r for dogs; Meat iz for men.
I should STFU, I want you to know dat I knows dat from the start. Biscotti and tea is a sin against nature. Biscotti is only appropriate wiff coffee (espresso particular) or Vin santo inna afternoon. There are about one thousand varieties of biscotti and some hab chckli on but muh favorite is the one I make wiff Nocello and walnutz. Lemoncello is nawt an apperitif , it is a digestiv. Limoncello is to be consumed After dinner nawt before (although its so good I could sip it all day long). It is also pretty easy to make. I has been making muy own lemoncello fer several years and all modesty aside I have gotten really good at it.
oh, teh temptashun to just write “stfu” is so strong. so strong.
*resists temptation*
insted, ai expressus mai appreshiashun, an offers SnE an otter biscotti. aim shure we has espresso around here sumwhere…
Hah!!! Heer iz mai liddle sprsso pot tath ai brawt hoam frum Italee. Nawt the lektrik wun, mind yoo. The liddl metal wunz taht screw apart in teh middle.
OK – an heer ar teh fresh grownd beenz.
An – itz reddie. Cuz sumtiems ai can haz teh majik!!!
An awl iz rite wif teh whirrled again. But SnE – akshullee – in yur awn hoam, yoo can doo enething yoo wantz to. The awnlee difference iz. ov corse wit teh tea – yoo DONT dip teh biscotti. Yoo just nibblez awn them.
But fur it to bee reelee gud (tho ai doo nawt dout at awl that yurs is gud too,) yoo reelee need, ai think, thoze hyooj giant an verree sweet lemonz taht yoo find awnlee in Italee along teh Amalfi coast.
Dose Amalfi lemons are simple gorgwah. n so big lyk orinj or evn grepfoot.
Iffen you use a veg peeler (lyk the wun fer spuds or carrots) and peel the zests offen about sebben to ten lemons and soak they peels inna large bottle of vokka for about a mumf den adds some sugar or hunney to taste, dats lemoncello made easy. It will make you happy. Some folks prefer to sweeten wiff simple syrup, is OK but it makes klowdy and dilutes the result.
ThankZ!! I think ai will trai it!
Iff itz otay wiv yoo—yoo habz MENNY gud koalities an abillietees. Doan nock yurseff daon, otay. Ai’ve gawtten kwite teh fawnd ob yoo ober teh pass fyoo dais. Bee nyce too urseff, okay?
an mah G.P. uzed teh 1 about “riding bicylces on rail road trax…do-able: nawt wreck-a-mended
Mah odder Grandpa said
“Darn flies! Furst on teh horse’s a**, and next on teh budder.”
mai mamma yoosed tew sae,
“Stoopy iz az atoopy duz”-Forrest Gump
house awbout “what size shoe do u where? Brown r black? ” i wuz a bery cornfused kitteh awl teh tiems
Kitteh needs to wurk on symatree.
Whiskers onwee on one side, so far.
Bleuberrie purrito. Qte!!! SNORGLE n’ SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
im still in my cryssllis soon to be free to flutter in the breeze as a beutiful flutterby.
HIAKU
little flutterby flowing in the breeze as free as can be.
tridantheshadow = Hai!!1 Wud yoo liek to com up an haz sum tee wif us? Biskotti AND fraisch froot salad. Is verree yum. We’re just up there – see – Romeow iz waiving at yoo.
i dont see you.
sure.(sip tea swallow biscoti).
Der you is agin! BTW, you sips tea and bytes Biscotti (in Italian it means twice cooked.) Biscotti is a hard biscuit dat needs a good dunking (NAWT IN TEA, CHEESEZ) or a good firm byting.
Hai, Awl, Ai cumz wif sum strorbriez ai jus baid. nom nom:-)
winkee werkx but nawt tung owt. n e wun noze rele laff oar blush? pls tu tel?
: oops : iz
Ai’ve got teh odders bukmarked sumwhere. ai;l trai to fined it. BRB
Fanks, JCH4 and N1 ip. Yis, ai fink Ai did se but hab brane leik a siebe. got hoam frum stoar and paostofis and fownd Ai hab wared wun grene shu and wun tan furry slippur. Rely . Naow trai the embaras.
awlsoh
so sorree – ai cant find them. But theyre heer sumwhare. gibbocat maed a bit post of awl of them jus a couple ov dais ago, ai think!
Heer tehy R gmawairsgreneshuz… awl in a neet pakkige 4 yu!!
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http://faq.wordpress.com/2006/06/04/what-smilies-can-i-use/
once i come out my name will be shadow.
So, is you planning to come out to us foist or are we after yer frenz and fambly?
Tridan, ai finks taht wuz a lien frum Law n Ordr: SVU.
hmmmmm, if de bodi comin owtta dat cyrs..cihyr…thring rapped rown ..matches dat fase fir size, could be moar ob a flubberby dan a flutterbye
@@@@@ for Critter.
Moar to lub,
but harder to get off teh ground.
Ground Speed?
Afrikan or Uropeean?
gigling 2 hard at this point, loosing my lisp, drat!
jus pass mii teh coconutz, ’til i compoz mai-self
Huh? I’s doan knows dat!
Bwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
yew can grip it by the husk!1!!
Im a pitch-black flutterby.
by the by im in elementery.
brb.
im back.
cat-brain=?
Wait im coming into full bloom im a flutterby.
umb, shadow…ai(I) noes(know) yu(you) awr(are) nooby(new), soh(so) a wurd(word) ov(of) advis(advice), slo(slow) down awn(on) teh(the) comminting(commenting)
@@@@@(bugers)
Awww Rowmiow..U gives me cheexburgers. Ai not ’spectin’ dat sinze ai a knewb hear. ai jus haz a vizual if a kittah syze flutterbye flomping on mai showler and grabbin wif it’z poiny ends..too much laik mai reel kittahs nad der flyin lessons.
Critter, u hab a bery funneh comment. Maed me lol.
Two ov mah kittehs r white, and one ov tehm is…floofy, shall we sai?
Ur comment and wat I’m luking at on mah couch was purrfect!
Welcum to our happeh place! U habs teh funneh!
{{{{{Critter}}}}}
critter – yoo ar verree funnee an nice. Ai ar so sorree taht rite now we do nawt hav teh reel burgers to be gibben yoo. Ai think yoo wud bee kwite pleezed to see how menee yo wud bee getting!
Injoid playin wif u guys but ai gotsta put owt de gushyfuds and de kibble naow ur de 4 footeds are gonna be nommin mee.gots ta feed de huzban, too, oar he mite umplug my puter :0. Ai maybee canz come bak latr nad play sum moar. kthx bai!!
huzbum nawt unplug pyewtur oar huzbum gitz plugged heself. Fedez teh 4futz, oar dey wil ryut.
wun dae, aphtur ai get frii ov tihs jakit sleev, yu will dy!
Cat-erpie evolves into Metalol!
mii hoomankittehs wud lol @ dat,
sew ai’lol lol fur dem
Ai beah habbing lotz ob de fun sinz ai found dis plaze. Iz gud to laff eberydai!!!1. nad awl of de peeps hear r sew nize. only prob is dat I naow fine maiself tinkin is lolspeak all tiem. o well, it’s nowt reely mush different than teh waay wii tawks to awl owr furry fambly members hear enyway
Thinking in lolspeak?
I’b NEBER herd ov such a fing.
Oh, Critter, u needz sum serious halp
*snicker*
U neber herd ub such a ting? Wanna sell mii sum river-front property in Brooklyn?
Juss sign here……..
scribble, scribble, Tankyu sew much! eben frum NJ, iz nawt a bridge 2 far…
I hazza bridje yu can bai… itz in Brooklyn too. Yu will be nedin it, mos likeli!
Heers a pen…
im pitch-black flutterby!
lol nobone suspekts de butarfli
*snikker* Eberbuddy suspekts teh kitteh. Lurnd frum past x peeree ns.
one day i will become jedi masta!
Nex nyse Aprul dae, kitteh wil craul aowt ov teh cukoon-ckrisallis howse sheez bin iyn fur soe lawng;
Her wil syt inna sune fur awile tu warum herseylfe.
Den kitteh wil cairefullee trie hers wingses, flappyng tehm veree gentlee.
Afture a minnit oar soe, her wil hav lyft-awf adn becum air-boarn;
Wen yu seas kitteh agin, her wil be braowsyng iyn teh cat-tayle adn mylkeweed patche, wif her wiskers traylyng inna breeze…..
We haz worm sign, Muad’Dib.
I can haz teh spice?
Why mah sooshee roll no has rice?
LOLZ!!! Is God-Emprer of Dune!!!
Oooo! Soundz liek haikoo:
truree wahn daee yet
i wirr bcahmm batafrai
shedding ahnd grahmpee
Bashou wud b prawd.
Ooo
soundz liek haikoo!
ahem
truri wan dai yet
i wirr bcahmmm battafrai
shedding ahnd grompee
bashou wud b prawd.
One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into a snorgly lolkitteh.
u awredi shedding bad tempered butterfly.
LOLZ.
hea gunu pounz un meh aaahhhhhh!!!!!
*ai lukz bihiend* runz hei cechen up!!!
oa noez!!! BOOM CRASH BOING wwwwweeeeeeiiiiii!!!!!!!!!
hie gunu pounz on meh!!!
*ai lukz bak* runz hei cechen up!!!!
oa noez!!! BOING CRASH BOOM wwwwweeeeeiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!