
…oh, but let me track a few little pieces of litter outta the box
ai told u dat mess wuzznt my falt!
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…oh, but let me track a few little pieces of litter outta the box
ai told u dat mess wuzznt my falt!
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But teh kid can maek awl dis mess….
Duz kidlets has moar rytes adn privlijez den kittehs?
Hmm?
Aifink nawt!
Nawt at MY howse!
W00t!! W00t! anna W00tee t00t t00t!
Fur teh TTI Ty-ers!!!
Ai noe itz nawt heer yet – but just maybe three weeks an a say or so! Heer’s a littlol tribyoot!
HOME THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD
Robert Barrett Browning
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Oh to be in England,
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England,
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!
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And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!
Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge,
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover,
Blossoms and dewdrops – at the bent spray’s edge -
That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!
And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when the noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children’s dower -
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!
Lubs dat poem! Fankyoo, Janet! Ai likes dis wun, too, from Alice Duer Miller’s The White Cliffs of Dover:
When the sun shines on England, it atones
For low-hung leaden skies, and rain and dim
Moist fogs that paint the verdure on her stones
And fill her gentle rivers to the brim.
When the sun shines on England, shafts of light
Fall on far towers and hills and dark old trees,
And hedge-bound meadows of a green as bright —
As bright as is the blue of tropic seas.
When the sun shines, it is as if the face
Of some proud man relaxed his haughty stare,
And smiled upon us with a sudden grace,
Flattering because its coming is so rare.
Mai turnz?
From Michael Flanders (of England’s late Flanders & Swann)–
“A Song of the Weather”
January brings the snow
Makes your feet and fingers glow;
February’s ice and sleet
Freeze the toes right off your feet.
Welcome March with wintry wind;
Would thou wer’t not so unkind!
April brings the sweet spring showers
(On and on for hours and hours).
Farmers fear unkindly May–
Frost by night and hail by day.
June just rains and never stops,
Thirty days and spoils the crops.
In July the sun is hot–
Is it shining? No, it’s not.
August cold, and dank, and wet
Brings more rain than any yet.
Bleak September’s mist and mud
Is enough to chill the blood.
Then October adds a gale,
Wind and slush and rain and hail.
Dark November brings the fog
(Should not do it to a dog).
Freezing wet December, then:
Bl**dy Janu’ry again!
LOL!!! Yay fur Cassidy an Lungdoc!
LUV teh pomes!!
Luukat teh cyoot! Nawt teh mess!
*Luuks at teh kyoot*
*tytenz CHRG*
*Luuks at teh meff*
Again wit teh nawt sekund! way tew go annipuss!
Thx! It’s a TTI tye!
Luuk tu teh moat in ur own iye…
Kitty haz a beam in hiz!
Messy hoomin iz messy
Dey woant notiss iffn ai rassul wiff dis green floofy fing a littlol bit…
*rassul-rassul-bunnehkikk!!*
Ai feel mush beddur nao, yeff ai du.
at leest, wif this mush stuff, no vacuum can com!
O! canz i haz a leetl egg sited? cause dis bee teh closet i eber git tu nawt sekund eber!
waves at Annipus, Angelplume, Kittboocat and Ambercat
Ohai Mama Cat! Keap tryin!
*dans-dans-ohaideyrawntehfred-dans-dans*
*dans-dans-gettinnawtsekkunsuun-dans-dans*
:wispurz: teh negst wun shud sho up at 5:00 cheeztyme…goe tu teh tawp ob dis payj den adn hit F5 (oar Refresh) till deyrz a linkee foar a negst lol, adn follo it tu mayk it tu teh tawp!
An Ambercat an Ai wull prollee be tukkt up fass asleep!
fank u angelplume, butt! i haz tu feed mai hubby cat, cause he terns intu a bare wen he hungree! may bee i sumday get, butt! haz tu fig yer owt sumting tu say dat bee teh wittee! anni du gud job, awl cheeze peeps du gud job, sew i needs tu put tinking hat awn!
Yeff, teh dreddid brayn freez is hard tu oberkum.
But remembur dat GMTAz yoozhully happins wen lotsa peeps sez teh nawt-sekkund fing dat pops in deyr hedd, den typez it wiff a kwikness. So whyl klebber is gud adn moar klebber is eben gudder, deyrz lawtsa forgibneff awn teh nawt-sekkunds.
Speshully wen u hazznt had wun befoar. Doan be afrayd – go fur it!
Yes!! Waht AngelPlume sez iz verree troo!
Ai suffer gratelee frum teh dredded brayn freeze, so ai am hardlee ebber in teh Taupe Spot.
Teh furst taim ai wuz there – wif teh “no comment” staring at mee, ai axe shoe alley got up an left teh pewter! Taht way, ai dint hav to sit there toadallee paralized – an sumwun else wud saive me!
whut? is nawt leik ai mayd dis mess.
Cat-fyooshus say, he hoo sit in middlol ob mess offin getz blaymd fur it.
Our forensic team would like a DNA samplol. Your alibi iz nawt holding up.
So bend obber.
*luuks at kottin swab*
U wants tu stikk dat wayr?
*Gibs TBC a stern look* *Checkz under keshet’s clawz fer scrapingz*
Dats where I was talkin bout. The *back* clawz.
Snerk! Ok then, take these samplols to t3h lab.
ware’s mai lolyur?
Lolyer? We donut need no stinkin lolyer!
yu mite nawt nead a lolyur, butt butt et shur luks leik ai mite. ai is repreesentid bai Dewey, Cheetam, & Howe Atturnees at Lol.
oh an hims duzzent stinkee. hims tayks regyoolar baffs.
ooh! I heerz dey verreh repu….repew…lotsa peeplol trust em.
Yesh ma’am. *Takes samples tew lab while whisslin dyxie*
*Whispers* Shoulda consultud dem before giving us da samplols.
Teh lab sais he will only luk at dem if u bring him hot dogs…
hot DOGS??? *hazza skared*
This place looks like a (Maine) Hurracoon tore through it!!!
at furst, ai fought u sayd a Marine Hurricoon! liek a platoom ov kittehs…
Nah, if that were a platoom of Marine kittehs, da wallz wouldn’t evin be standink aifinkso…
Yur nawt bein fare!!
Hoomans alwais pikkin on da kitteh!
Naw to wurry, wunce mai lazerz warm up dere will BE no moar mess!
Invizibol cleening wummun…..VERY invizibol….
I’d clean up after a cat instead of a kid any day!!
hmmm… in teh end, kitteh hab a point. well…kitteh hab lots of pointy ends…
kitteh be rite abawt dis mess busyness!
OMG I had that toybox when I was little!!!!
Ah remembuh mai mom kleenin’ mai rewm wen Ai wuz littul, but den r kitteh traked owt sum litterz an she went KRAZEHZ!