Unfurnchunetly, some beanz r not as graceful as us kittyz. Da Mom iz one of them. The day after her purrfday, she falled down an go boom. Well....more like splat. Anyhow she iz movin around more an she can sit at the 'pooter an so we get to post. A little bit. This. She iz comin back....gotta go!
Today it waz 115 degreez out, it got so hot in da house the heat machine thought it waz on an kick on da blower. Good thing da Mom turnz off the flame in da summer! She made uz come in the room with da air-condishoner where she hidez cuz she waz worried about da hotz.
It iz tu hot tu do anything fur da last few dayz, it waz so hot an dry that the city-fatherz- beanz cancled da thunder-boomiez/brite lightz thingz on da 4th. It iz 110 degreez an da Mom haz locked herself intu da small room with the air cooler blower and won't come out. We iz hidin under da couchez tu sleep an stay cool.
Punkin here. Da Mom haz been shuttin the door to her big bed room tu keep da cool in. I like tu sleep on da soft squishi wadder bed, so I been sittin outside da do sayin "Let me in!" Well she aksidently left da door open fur a minit an I snuck in when she went out. She shut da door again an I was stuck in da room...alone...fur dayz!!! (It wazn't dayz, jist a cupple of hourz.--Smudgie)
I am a furry good boy...I nefer go anywhere but in da lidder box...but I waz locked in da room an there waz no lidder box! I iz furry embarassed tu say....I pooped on da soft, squishi, wadder bed!! *Hangs head* I am humileated!
Da Mom here-- I can't blame him, I felt bad, he hid under the cat-tree like he had done the worst thing in the world. What can you do? Flush it, wash the sheets and give the boy some loving.