How Mawmee actually looked (all drippy wet like...)
What My cat thought I could do (Walk on Water)
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A Daisy Toesie Tail... ahem, Tale.
Twas the night before Tuesday And all through the house Every Kitty was stirring, Even little Mouse (E. Cat).
There were big streaks of lightening And thundering too. “Mawmee da basement is drippin! Oh whats shall we doo?”
So I sprang to the rescue With big trash cans galore Cause the guttering was leakin Just outside the front door!
When I came back inside All soaking wet, The silliest thing happened, Daisy May didn’t fret.
She started love talking And wanting some hugs “Mawmee smells rain der full,” Purred the silly love bug.
But I made her wait Until I put on dry clothes Then she sniffed my wet hair and Paddy pawed my head with her toes!!
That’s the tale of my Daffy girl A tabby dark brown With her own scents of the world.
And that's how Mawmee spent Memorial Day Evening.... (and for my encore: while posting this, I burnt the turkey boiling on the stove. Now the upstairs is full of smoke. Thank God for Smoke Alarms. Katie and da kats are downstairs waiting for the smoke to clear. And my big fan is at the house we're moving into...)
Daisy May:Bootsie, dis iz a movin box. Bootsie:Noooh, dat box aint got no foldin parts on tops.
Daisy May: Hey lets move our shu shu strings in dis one.... Bootsie: Oooh... dat good idea. Ize gets my pwastic spoon and dah froggee too! =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^=Yep, weze movin! Mawmee been keepin it a secrit, but Boo Bear tole us dat boxes iz fur movin. He shud knohz cuz hez 19 and movedid b4. Soh haz Mousey. Mousey iz bout 13 yers old.
Ize havn't seen dis here howse weze goin to. Bootsie and Daisy say it next to da house uv Mawmeez Mawmee who helpdid dem. Mawmee sayz it waz hurz Gran-Mawmeez house bout leven yerz ago... Im onlee 4! I wznt even borns yet!
No buddeez been dehr fur long times sohz Mawmee has ta gets it all readee fur us. She sayz lots uv paintin and fixin to do.... -Katie Too
(Mawmee here.... wait til you find out you can't go outside there Katie....There is a "highway" in the backyard. Am I going to have a handful of pouting fur.)
When one door closes another door opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which opens for us. Alexander Graham Bell - Scottish-born inventor (1847 - 1922)
Dis here iz Leo Charles Thomas da Furst. Hez a furry big boy. Himz lotz biggur den me. He waz abandonned and weze don't know why. He camez to our door sum weeks ago. He tole Mawmee, "I dont knohz whatz Ize doin out here in da rain."
Mawmee said, "I dont knoh whatz u doin out here neethur." And putz him in da bathroom til she gotz him a whole room of hiz own to sitz around in.
He waz like 15 pounds and dat waz undur wate fur him whn he camz to our door! Now hez about 17 pounds!
Mawmee sayz hes gotz soft eyes and iz sweet to hur. He likes ta be carried around, but we cantz goes into hiz room cuz hes a big boy and duznt knohs us. He still growlz bout uther kitty smells.
He needs ta go to da vetties cuz hiz long fur gotz matted. But Mawmee can't take him cuz dehrz noh money fur dat. Soh shez gotz sum scizors and tooks sum uv da matted fur off. But he gotz lots of mattiez...
Pweze pray dat Mawmee findz him a furever home....