Thursday, May 13, 2010
No Pololojyzin! Jus Runnin!
Mom has poyntid out to me that I had sed I wuz goin to tell yu mor about Eestr an that stuff, but it wuz too borin. (Ceiling Cat son got 2 livz? Whut so egsytin about that? We kitteez all gots 9!) So in the intrist of keeping the ennertaynmint valyoo of this blog up to yer verree egzaktin standerds, I throo that plotline out.
Mom “sugjestid” that I pololojyz fer havin misled yu foks, but I onlee pololojyz fer skratchin folks. An I not skratch yu. Ther no wae in reel lif to skratch somboddee via the innerwebs, altho I thingk ther migt be a X-Fyl sho about that, com to thingk of it. But that jus TV. That not reel. So if yu want me to scratch yu, yu’r goin to hav to com down heer to Blak Caboos Stoodioz, wher I kin reetch yu wift my akshul paws.
It also okkoor to me that I fergettid to tell yu about how hundreds an hundreds of peeples ran past mai hous a coupla weeks bak, durin the “Boston Marathon,” which is this rays wher peeples try an run reellee far so the firstist one gets to tell them librareenz ovr at the Boston Libraree that the war in Grees is ovr. I not compleetlee unnerstan why they has to do this, but it is kinda cool if yu win cuz yu gets a crown mayd of leevz that yu kin eet on the playn rid hom.
An yah, it do seem kinda stooped, but akshul, I ben inspyrd by them crazee peeplez, an in their onner, I ben runnin aroun the hous nonstop on an off fer weeks now. Mom sez this is becuz I got springz in mai legs, or meebbee jus becuz it is spring. I din’t foller that bit eethr. It hard to follr an egsplinayshun wen yu gots to be runnin