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Geez, I’m really sorry dad. I thought a burp was coming up, I didn’t realize it was my snack coming back for an encore. It must have been the fly I ate that was buzzing around my head.. He must have eaten something that didn’t agree with me. No, I didn’t eat too much. Well, maybe just a wee bit more than normal.
It’ll take no time at all to clean. Here, I’ll help dad.
What’s this floating in here. Uh, dad, I don’t think this part of the fly should be here anymore.
It’s looking good, dad. What’s that? Oh, It’s part of the fountain. I didn’t know that! This fountain is cool. There we go. Nice and clean again.
Now it’s time for Shoko’s wisdom words, otherwise known as Meezer Proverbs.
Whattt….oh, right, Meezer Proverbs. I drifted off to fantasyland but I’m back now.
“The wise meezer will demand and get respect from his roomies. If, your roomie doesn’t act respectful, screech until he gets the message. He will bow to your wishes after that.”
It’s Sunday Selfie day and today Budd has offered to pose and shoot. Flit over to The Cat On My Head blog and view the furries and not so furries selfies.
Mom, you don’t use me anymore.Shoks you are either sleeping or have your nose out of joint by something Budd or Tyebe did. They are pests…actually Tyebe borders on just plain stupid. What she thinks is funny just is not a bit amusing. Like jumping on my head when I’m sound asleep and then yelling, “landslide.”
Ok, I’ll try to snap that button…..I cant reach….*click*…..dang, way too soon. “Kittens a go-go,
I look like crap.”
I’m way too close. Let’s try this again.
Let see if I put my paw here…*click* No, no not now….quit it camera.
Much better. See how handsome I look in this picture.
Shoko is refusing to impart her philosophy with anyone. She is in a snit. So we’ll join her when she comes down from her high horse. She’s texting Einstein about her problem.
It’s that time of the year for “Meow Like A Pirate Day” yemateys.
Me’s going to introduce Swashbucker Shoko to these proceedings and haul her outta the briny deep. MOL GAARRRR..me mateys. Shoko said me could blow on me bunghole and call in the seagulls. No, not that hole but the hole of me bottle of rum. That calls for a song….♫”Well, awela….,me grog has a bunghole,ta hit dat bunghole is me goal, booty, booty…who got me cootie booty?”♫
Swashbuckler Shoko is honouring us today with yet another Meezer Philosophyo.
“When youse find the booty treats sitting for everyone to see, never count them till you be alone or dem landlubbers will steal it away.”
It is also Thankful Thursday at Brian’s Home so we are thankful for so many things but as the weather gets cooler we are thankful for a nice warm house. Pop over and visit with them. Just click on the name on the highlighted blog.
TYEBE…..ROYAL BLUE SHOKO…..BLACK
HappyTalk Like a Pirate Day me scurvy dogged friends.
Though Ellen of 15 and Meowing is taking a wee break from blogging, her partner in crime, Lorianne of the Four Legged Furballs, very nicely thought up the fill-ins for each sentence this week.
This Friday Budd has volunteered to be the sole fill er in dude. So without further adieu….Budd takes over. I went to the vet’s yesterday and what a horrid place. It stunk to high heaven. Lands sakes ogoshy, this lady vet….think I saw her last year. She stuck this huge needle in me and talked with dad, She told dad my weight was equivalent to a 300-pound man. I guess she thinks I’m fat. You realize this is straight muscle, I hope. No telling Dr, Sara that, she had her mind made up. Dad was buying into it too.
Time for our fun fill-ins.
1……A wash of Tyebe… never fails to improve my bad mood.
2. I feel out of place…..when peeps come visit. Should I eavesdrop on them or go do my thing. Shoko says to do my own thing….they will go away.
3. I would like to find a treasure chest filled with…..Greenies. Apparently Dr. Sara said I have tarter on my teeth. I don’t think I like her. Too judgey!
4. If you ask me,….. walking the other way when the cat carrier comes out of the basement…. keeps the doctor away.
These are my best fill er in’s for this week from me.
Have a great Friday friends.
Phenny and Nelly hope to see yee on September the 19th for Talk like a Pirate Day.
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What are you two watching?
Oh, the kids are back.
You see that little girl, Shoko and Budd. She’s racing around like her hairs on fire. MOL….what a character. She sure is enjoying recess.
Mom was saying that Canadian schools no longer teach the art of writing. She was quite upset. Instead of writing one’s name, they will just print their name. So much for the sayings about signatures…..”Put your John Hancock here.” Writing is individual to people and the traits writing discloses are an art. Budd and Tyebe look at each other with a puzzled expression. Printing can be analyzed too, Shoko.What’s writing? We don’t do either so why should we care? You should care because its something you won’t ever see folks doing once the old-timers,like mom and dad are gone. We don’t care Shoko….we won’t be here either and neither will you. It will be history and peeps will read about it just like drawings from cavemen. I dont think mom would like you comparing her to a caveman. Kitten Kustard! you can’t tell these yung uns anything.
Budd, look at those kids move.
I’m getting sleepy Budd. The condo beside mom’s desk is calling me for a relaxing nap.
It’s Meezer Proverbs time with Shoko. So put your thinking caps on.
” A Meezer that works on her beauty all day will never be hungry.”
SHOKO…BLACK TYEBE…ROYAL BLUE BUDD….GIVING GREEN
Hey Budd where is mom? She’s been getting out with dad for a couple of days. She’s doing fantastic.I think she’s wheeling herself around the living room. I heard some laughing in that direction. She might be out in the garden before the snow. She did have that set back when she decided to visit the backsplash store, the deli and go grocery shopping. Bet she wished she hadn’t. She was unable to walk for days. I guess she learned a valuable lesson. Hoomans are like that….they don’t know how to relax like us.
Hey, there’s some dude coming down the Lane. Quick get in the yard!
Ohh, my hip! This gate must have warped with the rain. I’m not so hippy that I had problems before. Cheap gate!
I smell him….he’s ok. It’s the woofie from across the Lane. He’s nice. Gave me some of his water when I was thirsty. He has the loudest laugh in the Lane.
No kidding, the first time he laughed I almost coughed up a hairball! Wow! Talk about the life of the Lane. Anyway, he’s safe to let pass.
Where’s Shoko? She’s working on her Meezer Philosophies. She was on the internet last night. Just in there pounding on the keys. Yeah, she wrote a bunch of letters that ran together so she had to scrunch up her paws to get the right effect. I think she found some really old sayings of our ancestors. What gets me is these sayings are very valuable but one has to really think deeply about some of them. There’s no fuzz growing between her ears. “When in doubt, lick your shoulder. Makes them wonder what deep thoughts you’re pondering.”
SHOKO…..BLACK TYEBE…..ROYAL BLUE BUDD……GRANITE GREEN
September the 19th is “Talk Like Ye Pirate,” me blowhards.