Is you still there wiv that flashy boks thingy?
We has been duing Fundering Hurd of Elyfants up and down da stares and up and down da stares and up and down da stares for about an howr dis morning from about harf past just braking dawn. And eech tiem I camed down da stares I went up da pole, HARHARHAR!!!
Da Noo Mummy cudn't get the flashy boks ready kwik enuff eech tiem to get a pikshur of me at da top of da pole, coz I goes up and comes down reelly, reelly farst, but she got dis one, heh heh:
It's blurry coz I was muving so farst!
Da Simba declined to go up da pole coz he am a wimp!
Den after we had tired owrselfs owt,
just a cuppla minnits later the visiting "pole cat" caem in and went up and down da pole and up and down da pole and up and down da pole,
and den he played wiv our catnip meeces! Wot a nurve!
Da Pole Cat has grate whiskers tho, I has to admit them's are almoest as long as mien and dey am not as wild, but I lieks my wild whiskers!
He has da laser eyes
but da NM says he gave her a sweet look, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me play". Blech!
Anyhoo, we has to go now coz da Blogger am givving us greef; it keeps eeting owr tekst and pikshurs and signichers and font deffinishuns and stuff and we dussn' kno why. Da NM have tried to find dem lorst amung the HTML but dem issen't dere ieffur. Doh! Oops, da NM am saying Rood Werds! Cloes yur eers Simba, yuo am too yung fur dis langwije (not that I caer, HARHARHAR!). We had moer pikshurs to show frum dis morning, but we carn't taek any moer aggreevashun, so hav a nise weekend everycat and dawg and hammy and bean and evfurry wun...
for Alfie, whose signature has mysteriously disappeared...