Frantic by Friday

I is so fed up wif Mom! She's nefur here to help us blog no more! Yesturday, I efun tried bloggin wif da boy.

See, I jumped onto him's desk an made him's game go small. Den I opened da web browser an started typin in Google. I was tryin to get to our bloggie, but mine paws don't type so good lookin at da keyboard upside down. Da boy was laffin an laffin, what was also distractin.

What is we gonna do? We gotta get round to bisit our furiends! We gotta post on our bloggie or you'll furget bout us! I's gotta on-line social life to keep up!

Well, I's tryin to take fings into mine own paws. Let's see... moof da mouse here. Type there. Click da ofur fing...

O look, a birdie!

A Cat Chat

Victor? Wake up, Victor.


Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz wha?


VICTOR, WAKE UP!


Wha? Whassup? I's awake.


Victor, what are you sleeping on?


A ribbon! It's a great toy.


Don't eat it. You've been too busy sleeping and playing to post, haven't you.


What's yur excuse, Bonnie?


Urm. Well... Good point.