halloween scares me. all these weird looking people coming by my house, making all that noise. and
there’s all this scary stuff on tv. and my family just hands out a bunch of candy to everybody that
comes to the door!
we have this big orange bowl filled with goodies, and i’m watching it slowly disappear! that’s very
painful for a kitty like me that appreciates yummy things. i just hope there’ll be something left over
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look at this avid young reader, appreciating my adventures! she looks so intrigued as i work
out to prepare for the great outdoors.
i love entertaining kids almost as much as i love eating! it’s hard to beat a happy kid’s smile,
but a heaping plate of beet pickled deviled eggs will do the trick. add a chocolate peanut
butter cheesecake, and food wins, paws down!
sometimes i pretend i’m a superhero and i can fly like a bird. i go way up high, and then i can
finally catch those birdies that come into my backyard and make all that racket, trying to annoy
me because they think i can’t catch them. but when i’m birdman i can!
if i think really hard, and listen to that little voice in my head that says, yes i can! i think i could
fly. yesterday i jumped from the bench in my yard and i tried hard to fly, but i fell straight down
on my snout. i think i didn’t think hard enough. i’ll try again today, but first i need food. i can’t
think on an empty stomach. a tuna melt with relish and swiss cheese and a sweet pickle will do.
and then i’ll be ready to fly!
eating is a very personal thing for me, so i like to get to know my meals. sometimes i name my meals joy, because food makes me happy. or passion, because i’m very passionate about eating. or desire, because i always desire more when i’m finished.
food is very special to me, and i treat it with lots of respect. like when i’m enjoying a delicious chocolate souffle with sprinkled sugar on top, i feel like i’m spending time with a close friend.
i can’t wait to see my next friend, precious. he’s a pork chop!
hickory dickory dock,
the cat ran up the clock:
the clock struck noon,
it was lunch-time soon!
hickory dickory dock.
i like to help clean up after dinner. i do my part for the family, and get a few last licks in! we had a very nice beef
strogenoff tonight, with mushrooms and noodles and goat cheese and green onions and sour cream. mmmmmmm,
just what a portly cat like me likes!
so i always volunteer for clean-up duty.
this morning the vacuum cleaner attacked me again. i can’t stand that thing! i’ll be minding my own
business, having a nice quiet nap, and suddenly the rug is pulled from under me! all that racket,and i
have to run off half asleep. and then it keeps coming wherever i go, like it’s following me.
it just goes all over the house, and when it finally stops, i’m so shook up and tense that i can’t sleep
anymore. i try, but i keep thinking that it’s right behind me, sneaking up on me. the only thing that’ll
soothe my nerves then is a big yummy meal. i’m thinking chinese- kung pao chicken with hot and sour
soup and dumplings and vegetable noodles.
ahhhh, i’m feeling better already just thinking about food.
fee fi fo fum, i smell the bud of an english muffin.