we iz nefur 'lowed inna owt, whic iz fine wif mineself, der iz no kibblez
inna owt, anna no cowch inna owt, derfore no rezun fur da owt... but der iz
stuffsta sniff, chester...


"Booker" wrote in message
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On 5/11/2011 5:35 AM, Cheryl wrote:
On 2011-05-11 6:53 AM, Storrmmee wrote:
well ifin a kittee hasta sweep inna owt, onna burlapz iza gud pwaze MH

It wuznt a stray kittee, it wuz wun uf thu well-nown naybourhood
inannaout cats. So he hadda home.

Meomie iz always a bit surprized wen sumhoomins lets theer cats Out
heer, cuz she haznt dun it sinz thu late Mandy wuz neerly kilt by a
motormonstur. We GITS out, sumtymes...

That street iz less bizzy then owerown, butted still... theer iz soso
meny cats inna nayborhod wat gits kilt or jus vanishes. Itz wurs in
summa suburb-type playces. Meomie hazza fren hoose Out cat wuz kilt by a
d*g a wile bak. Furry nasty. D*gs iz sposed tu be onna leesh or inna
fensed area at all tymes, but they iznt, spayshully in sum playces.


Weze in unless a hoomin is snoopervizin us in da bak yard. Dey sez weze
too fluffy to getz ovur da fence an dey bloked all da holes. Dey letz us
out rite before feeding tyme too, so weze alwayz hungri an go runnin in
when we heer da fud bowlz.

Booker, finkin heze been tricked.