Lass nightz I be on our deskie tingie & I sitz downz on MY silly hoomun bean'z ashie tway & der be a buwnin' cit-ter-ettz inz da ashie tway & MY furz stawtz buwnin' & I dunt knoweded it untilz MY hoomin bean he gwabz ME upz weal fastie & wubz MY furz bwery hardz & den he spitz on MY furz & wubz some mowez. OK?
I be OK! MY skinz dunt getz buwneded--jist a wittle bitz of MY furz. OK?
Butz I dunt likez it dat MY silly hoomin bean he puts HIZ spitz on MY furz! OK?
3 comments:
Oh, poor Alex!
You should tell your silly hoomin bean that smoking is bad for you! (I know he already knows it is bad for him... but now he knows it is bad for YOU!)
If you lived here, maybe he would have thrown you out in the snow? We have almost 2 feet of it! Cleopatra has been hiding -- she thinks the world has gone insane.
Oh no Alex, dat is horribul! Maybe yoo should talk to yoor hooman about kwitting...it's really hard but he would feel better and yoo wouldn't catch on fire either. Yeah, we been trying to get our hoomans to kwit fur a long time too. Dey is putting on something called a patch and yelling at each other...
Oh no! next time be careful what you puts your fur near to :)
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