Mine update

Meow, Kitties!

Dis iz yur weporter, Oriane, bringing yoo up to date on owr widdle
adbenchur.

On Sunday, Meowmie baffed usses an a man-human came ober and tried to
smurgle wif me an mine sisfur, Cybèle. Hussy dat she iz, she smurgled
him back, buttid I pwayed hard-to-get. Nekst fing I knoze, Meowmie
putz usses in stwange carrierz, an we iz in a metalmonster wif da
strange hooman, den in a strange howze. He opened da carriers, an we
hid uner da bed. We boff figgered owt dat we had a noo home an hooman.
We wus nerfous! Howeber, dere wuz crunchies, gooshy fuds an water, an
mine sisfur came owt wif me to eet an use da lidder boks once da
hooman fell asweep.

On Monday, I decided dat itz mine dooty to inspekt dis new
compartment, so I walked arownd da perimiter eben tho da human was in
da room. I meowed in mine moss ferocious voice beclaws I could smell
anofur cat. But I nefur saw dat cat. Since mine sisfur was being a
scardey-cat, I had to patrol da compartment ebery hour, den go back
unner da bed to report to Cybèle. Da hooman spoke softly to me, an
didn't boffur me, so I decided he mite be OK, so I sat on da radiator
cuffer a wooked owt da window for a while.

Later dat efenink, I walked ofur to him, and he had mine fafforite
toy, a sparkly-stick, and he pwayed wif me for a wong time. I eben let
him pet me wonce or twice. Meenwile, Cybèle, whoo was watchink,
decided dat she wood pway wif da hooman too. We got tired, an went bak
in da bedroom for a nap, but dis time on top ob da bed; ob cawze we
fled unner it wen he walked in. Wen da hooman went to sweep, I swept
by hiz feets, buttid went unner da bed wen da alarm wentid off. It waz
furry noisy for a while, den furry kwiet, seems we had da place to
owrselbes for eggsplorink awl day.

We wuz, ob cawze, on top ob da bed wen he came home, but being catz,
dove under it when he walked in. We jus now walked owt, and mine
sisfur is relaksin in da chair, while I iz wookin owt da window.

Hokay, datz mine liddle report!

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

“I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by
little, the cats become its visible soul.�
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

6/22/2011 7:04:30 PM

Piglett claps her paws in delite. Dat waz a wunnerfulz reportz anna I knowz
u will luff himself in no timez atyall.

"The Two Sisters" wrote in message
...

Meow, Kitties!

Dis iz yur weporter, Oriane, bringing yoo up to date on owr widdle
adbenchur.

On Sunday, Meowmie baffed usses an a man-human came ober and tried to
smurgle wif me an mine sisfur, Cybèle. Hussy dat she iz, she smurgled
him back, buttid I pwayed hard-to-get. Nekst fing I knoze, Meowmie
putz usses in stwange carrierz, an we iz in a metalmonster wif da
strange hooman, den in a strange howze. He opened da carriers, an we
hid uner da bed. We boff figgered owt dat we had a noo home an hooman.
We wus nerfous! Howeber, dere wuz crunchies, gooshy fuds an water, an
mine sisfur came owt wif me to eet an use da lidder boks once da
hooman fell asweep.

On Monday, I decided dat itz mine dooty to inspekt dis new
compartment, so I walked arownd da perimiter eben tho da human was in
da room. I meowed in mine moss ferocious voice beclaws I could smell
anofur cat. But I nefur saw dat cat. Since mine sisfur was being a
scardey-cat, I had to patrol da compartment ebery hour, den go back
unner da bed to report to Cybèle. Da hooman spoke softly to me, an
didn't boffur me, so I decided he mite be OK, so I sat on da radiator
cuffer a wooked owt da window for a while.

Later dat efenink, I walked ofur to him, and he had mine fafforite
toy, a sparkly-stick, and he pwayed wif me for a wong time. I eben let
him pet me wonce or twice. Meenwile, Cybèle, whoo was watchink,
decided dat she wood pway wif da hooman too. We got tired, an went bak
in da bedroom for a nap, but dis time on top ob da bed; ob cawze we
fled unner it wen he walked in. Wen da hooman went to sweep, I swept
by hiz feets, buttid went unner da bed wen da alarm wentid off. It waz
furry noisy for a while, den furry kwiet, seems we had da place to
owrselbes for eggsplorink awl day.

We wuz, ob cawze, on top ob da bed wen he came home, but being catz,
dove under it when he walked in. We jus now walked owt, and mine
sisfur is relaksin in da chair, while I iz wookin owt da window.

Hokay, datz mine liddle report!

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

“I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by
little, the cats become its visible soul.�
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

6/22/2011 7:04:30 PM

"The Two Sisters" wrote in message
...
Meow, Kitties!

Dis iz yur weporter, Oriane, bringing yoo up to date on owr widdle
adbenchur.

On Sunday, Meowmie baffed usses an a man-human came ober and tried to
smurgle wif me an mine sisfur, Cybèle. Hussy dat she iz, she smurgled
him back, buttid I pwayed hard-to-get. Nekst fing I knoze, Meowmie
putz usses in stwange carrierz, an we iz in a metalmonster wif da
strange hooman, den in a strange howze. He opened da carriers, an we
hid uner da bed. We boff figgered owt dat we had a noo home an hooman.
We wus nerfous! Howeber, dere wuz crunchies, gooshy fuds an water, an
mine sisfur came owt wif me to eet an use da lidder boks once da
hooman fell asweep.

On Monday, I decided dat itz mine dooty to inspekt dis new
compartment, so I walked arownd da perimiter eben tho da human was in
da room. I meowed in mine moss ferocious voice beclaws I could smell
anofur cat. But I nefur saw dat cat. Since mine sisfur was being a
scardey-cat, I had to patrol da compartment ebery hour, den go back
unner da bed to report to Cybèle. Da hooman spoke softly to me, an
didn't boffur me, so I decided he mite be OK, so I sat on da radiator
cuffer a wooked owt da window for a while.

Later dat efenink, I walked ofur to him, and he had mine fafforite
toy, a sparkly-stick, and he pwayed wif me for a wong time. I eben let
him pet me wonce or twice. Meenwile, Cybèle, whoo was watchink,
decided dat she wood pway wif da hooman too. We got tired, an went bak
in da bedroom for a nap, but dis time on top ob da bed; ob cawze we
fled unner it wen he walked in. Wen da hooman went to sweep, I swept
by hiz feets, buttid went unner da bed wen da alarm wentid off. It waz
furry noisy for a while, den furry kwiet, seems we had da place to
owrselbes for eggsplorink awl day.

We wuz, ob cawze, on top ob da bed wen he came home, but being catz,
dove under it when he walked in. We jus now walked owt, and mine
sisfur is relaksin in da chair, while I iz wookin owt da window.

Hokay, datz mine liddle report!

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

Fangu furr diz repurrt. It seowndz lyke yuuz at uhjuztink bery wewl.
We wyll tawk muur in anudder tred, laytur.
--
Pitô.ônya

ursef iz down beree gud, da kitty whut wuz der iz now at rb, don't furget
dat rb kittyz leafz memoreez fur ursef ta know how da hoomin haz beened
twained. in a while mayhapz at urown welkimin partee hozted by rebekka i
willz intowduze mine famblee anna tellz how we iz related, Aoej
"The Two Sisters" wrote in message
...
Meow, Kitties!

Dis iz yur weporter, Oriane, bringing yoo up to date on owr widdle
adbenchur.

On Sunday, Meowmie baffed usses an a man-human came ober and tried to
smurgle wif me an mine sisfur, Cybèle. Hussy dat she iz, she smurgled
him back, buttid I pwayed hard-to-get. Nekst fing I knoze, Meowmie
putz usses in stwange carrierz, an we iz in a metalmonster wif da
strange hooman, den in a strange howze. He opened da carriers, an we
hid uner da bed. We boff figgered owt dat we had a noo home an hooman.
We wus nerfous! Howeber, dere wuz crunchies, gooshy fuds an water, an
mine sisfur came owt wif me to eet an use da lidder boks once da
hooman fell asweep.

On Monday, I decided dat itz mine dooty to inspekt dis new
compartment, so I walked arownd da perimiter eben tho da human was in
da room. I meowed in mine moss ferocious voice beclaws I could smell
anofur cat. But I nefur saw dat cat. Since mine sisfur was being a
scardey-cat, I had to patrol da compartment ebery hour, den go back
unner da bed to report to Cybèle. Da hooman spoke softly to me, an
didn't boffur me, so I decided he mite be OK, so I sat on da radiator
cuffer a wooked owt da window for a while.

Later dat efenink, I walked ofur to him, and he had mine fafforite
toy, a sparkly-stick, and he pwayed wif me for a wong time. I eben let
him pet me wonce or twice. Meenwile, Cybèle, whoo was watchink,
decided dat she wood pway wif da hooman too. We got tired, an went bak
in da bedroom for a nap, but dis time on top ob da bed; ob cawze we
fled unner it wen he walked in. Wen da hooman went to sweep, I swept
by hiz feets, buttid went unner da bed wen da alarm wentid off. It waz
furry noisy for a while, den furry kwiet, seems we had da place to
owrselbes for eggsplorink awl day.

We wuz, ob cawze, on top ob da bed wen he came home, but being catz,
dove under it when he walked in. We jus now walked owt, and mine
sisfur is relaksin in da chair, while I iz wookin owt da window.

Hokay, datz mine liddle report!

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

"I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by
little, the cats become its visible soul."
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

6/22/2011 7:04:30 PM

On Wed, 22 Jun 2011 18:24:41 -0500, Gramby wrote:

Piglett claps her paws in delite. Dat waz a wunnerfulz reportz anna I knowz
u will luff himself in no timez atyall.

Oriane: Fangu! Well last nite we boff decided to lay on da bed wif da
hooman while he was reeding. But myne sisfur - da hussy! moofed furry
cwose to hisself and let him gib her eer skritches and den a dent-rub!
I was transmogrified, so I hid under da bed.

Cybele: Oh mine deer. Yoo iz such a scardey-cat! He was berry nice.
He rubbed mine eerz, and unnder mine chin! And eben smooched me on da
forehead! So I fells asweep on hiz feetz!

Oriane: Hussy! Yoo shud be unner da bed wif me!

--
Purrs,

Cybèle & Oriane

“I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by
little, the cats become its visible soul.�
Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963

6/23/2011 8:09:03 PM