Dearest Furry Friendz of the Internetz...
Katiez Katz stay with different family members.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Miss Kitty Wuvs Puppies
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Sandy Dandy Andy Wandy
=^..^=
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
For Sandy Red
go leap n play in da grassy now...
=^..^=
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Cat Salad
Monday, September 11, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Tribute to Croc Hunter
Steve Irwin has died in a marine accident
with a stingray off Australia's northeast coast.
http://www.steveirwinday.org/
Link to Animal Planet Crocodile Hunter
Bye bye... Katie miss you.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Tiglets
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Got Prozak?
1) to know what you are laughing at
2) to know why you are laughing
3) to ask some people why they think you are laughing
4) to jot down a few notes
5) to Laugh . Even then, the thing may not be cleared up for dayz."
Friday, April 14, 2006
For Da Bunniez
=^..^=
bye bye.
Happi Passovur - Who Let the Jews Out?
(updated: original link missing)
Saturday, April 08, 2006
2 B Fair...Are dogz funni?
Monday, April 03, 2006
Please Dry Me
Mommie gotz most reviewz of Rainy Day Memory... made sumbuddi laff even... Iz dis poem...funni??? I dunno...
I gotz no idea why peeple laff at me aniwayz.... dey jus do dat. No sé porqué la gente se rÃe de mÃ. ¿Por qué ellos hacen eso? Je ne sais pas pourquoi les gens rient de moi. Pourquoi font-ils cela?
Friday, March 31, 2006
Hiya Goliath
"The fool performs a sacred role in the community...
a teller of truth, standing naked in the marketplace, confronting the powerful, with playful disorder."
—Ken Feit
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Pavlov's Cat
Pavlov’s Dog experiments have been published extensively…
Day 1: Rang Bell Dog ate food.
Day 2: Rang Bell Dog ate more food…
Day 3: Rang Bell Dog ate my leg…
But not much has been published of his cat experiments until recently.
Day 1: Rang Bell
Cat twitched ear and went back to sleep.
Day 2: Rang Bell
Cat went to answer the door.
Day 3: Rang Bell
Cat said, “There is a bell ringing.”
Day 4: Went to Ring Bell
But cat had stolen the batteries.
Day 5: Rang Bell
Cat put paw on bell.
It only made a thunk, thunk, thunk noise.
Day 6: Cat Rang Bell.
I ate food.
-Eddie Izzard, Host. Wembley, "We Know Where You Live," Amnesty International Anniversary Celebration
(His Day 1 for Cat--slightly different)
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Hangin Onta Branchie
well... maybe.... cud be...
I tink I jus hang onto 2 dis branchie.
but here in dis wittle town she not so sure bout dat.
So she gotta get serious jobbie... So she dont fall down....
but Mommi gonna keep goin... cuz she wuv hur hubbie.
cuz she owe hur big brudder n sistur dis huggie...
n a fishie toy fur dehr doggie... she wunder if dey laff at dah pixturs she gave way... cuz datz all dat waz fur... ta give lafter away on hims purrth-day...
she wike ta draw rohses n I wike smellin dem.
she wanna draw pixturz n France... dey speek purr-tee.
My step brudder Bear... he purr when da Newz guyz speakin French...
Mommi say bohn jur awot... what dat fur?
I go sleepi on monitur now... i cold n it warm.
bye bye.
=^..^=
Monday, February 27, 2006
C'est merveilleux
You Should Learn French |
C'est super! You appreciate the finer things in life... wine, art, cheese, love affairs. You are definitely a Parisian at heart. You just need your tongue to catch up... |
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Dehr Bill n Ted Can I Play 2?
Dat's Katiez feet showin. Da udder nite Mommi n me waz watchin dis funni movie. Bill n Ted's Excellent Adventure.
Dese 2 guyz wike guitarz n hav band. Da Wild Stallyns. Dey go bak in time n borrow peeple 4 show n tell at skool. Dey had Billy da Kid, Socrates, Joan da Ark, Abe Linkon, Gengis Kahn, Beetoven n Napoleon...
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Mommie waf so hard dat I ran outa da room for while. When I cum bak? Bill n Ted usin dis telefohn booth like a boht or sumtin wit all da historikal peeple in it.
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Da histry peeple mess up da mall. Den run frum copz n fall down. Napoleon at 'musment park. He wike water 2 much. He kep goin down slidez n gettin wet. Dey were funni.
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I wanna know... How cum Katie gotta be staffmembur n how cum Bill n Ted get ta hav so much fun fur? I wanna play too...
I got dis song Mommi made for me n everting...
it gohz like dis to da toon uv Henry da 8th I am:
...
I'm Sandy Red Tigger I am
Sandy Red Tigger I am I am
I wiv wit da wae-dee nex doohr.
She nevur hav red tabbee b4
But she tink I jus dandee
I'm hur preshus wittel Sandy.
Sandy Red Tigger I am I am
Sandy
Red Tigger I Am!
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--Sandy Red Tigger.
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(Okie dokie Sandy -- ya get ta play, too...
("Oh and Be Excellent To Each Other" - Bill & Ted.)
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- Reni & =^..^=)
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Sandy Red Tigger I Am
is ©2005 by Kat-Renée Kittel.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Moe Moe Funni
Katie not on wohses...
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Katie like you....
mewos
. ( Dear Big Brother, thanks for the hug...see Turnabout's Fair Play & three-word note by Mr. Anonymous, Chairman, LSVC)
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Sunday, February 05, 2006
A Year of Wisdom
From The Desk of Kat Renée Kittel
(Revised: 21.2.06 - reprint from Got Chutzpah???)
I'm another year older and many years wiser... from the School of Hard Realities. What is the main lesson I have learned??
"Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle." -Unknown.
I don't know why my family was "thrown into the lion's den" or why it seems way too many years have past since I last remembered how to give the gift of laughter... but there it is.
Now I find myself giving joy even when my heart is breaking...over the loss my brother & stepfather, and not knowing when I'll be reunited with the kind, dear soul I call my husband.
Does that mean I'm going to gleefully run out to the only comedy club in this wheat state County, grab a mike and make half-drunk twenty-something's laugh? Not particularly...
I drove by there tonight and the place looked claustrophobic and too much like a loud, overcrowded smoke-filled room destined to give me an asthma attack or a migraine.
Forgive me y'all—from the looks of the marquis I couldn't tell if they knew real funny from a chicken bone stuck in someone's throat and I'm not that good with the Heimlich manuever yet. Although I did save my cat the other day. Besides I would really rather draw roses than host a spelling bee in a bar.
Well I did get to have fun before age twelve in front of around 3,000 people, playing a male role, fake mustache and all (well the auditorium did hold about that many...I dunno). And I spent more than ten years in front of a nursing home audience, doing what some religious ministers think women ain't supposed to do... sharing sermons and stories to folks who in all intents and purposes were just waiting in the station for their train ride home. My worst audience so far would have to be a man who held up the convenience store with me the sole employee for the night.
(If I had a chance to step into theater or act before a camera?? Would I love to play next to my big brother Richard Belzer? As my Spanish teacher used to say— "Que fun." As long as he teases me a little and I get to wear his hat... )
Still I figure this—how my gifts are used will have to be up to Providence to decide. (I still don't know how I get people to laugh so easily...)
So what am I doing for my birthday? Well, I went looking for black tennis shoes. Haven't found a pair that fit. Other than that, I gave my gift of joy to a friend... (mon chat vous aime)
A bit of news. Writing has been an essential part of walking out of a nightmare and toward a new lease on life. I've started a slightly funnier column--"Laugh Safely...Please" at this address: "http://chutzpah33.blogspot.com/" Previous "Agape" entries will be accessible from the links on the right side of the new site. Use the "Go to Laugh Safely" link to return to the new journal.
Shalom everyone... I leave you on my birthday with this intriguingly interesting poem:
Little Eagle Dancer
Twirling in the moonlight
Bowing to The Maker
Blowing kisses to His Constellations
Barefoot now and knee length deerskin dress
Long black hair swirling as you tease
The grass with your light-foot steps
She-Who-Has-Climbed-The-Mountain
And picked the eagle’s feather
From the nest
Now laughing at your bravery
You dance with the feather
At the edge of running water
Joyfully waiting for
Your older brother
Who gave you the dare
© by Dreamof-Roses, 2006.
Kind Regards and Laugh Safely,
Reni =^..^=
"There is no problem that cannot be improved by effort, and no effort that is too paltry to be worth undertaken." -Sam Waterston.
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Reprint from Got Chutzpah??? (Orig. Agape is A Five Letter Word For Chutzpah).
©2006 by Kat-Renée Kittel. All Rights Reserved.
Photo: Gil Perez.
Please be kind & give laughter/funny credits to author & founder of
the Laughter Safety Valve Commission™.
(Thanks for the hug...)
Agape Is A Five Letter Word... For Chutzpah is inspired by my Big Brother,
The Chairman of The Laughter Safety Valve Commission™.
(Turnabout's Fair Play & note by Mr. Anonymous, Chairman, LSVC)
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