Bein Adopterayted on St. Patrick’s Day

Musashi Sez:

Well, my neighborhood in Brighton, MA  (near Boston Collidge--full of fightin Irish peoples) is just awash wift folks claimin how Irish they are today (altho we thinks this doesn’t necessarily mean they are akshullee green), an so I asksed my mom if I are Irish too.

It turn out that this is a verree comlicayted qwestion, because basically, I am a Japanese-Dorchester-Feline American. But because Mom is about 30% Irish an 25% Polish, I am eevn more of a mutt than she is, which is sayin something!!!

So if she is English-Irish-Scot-French and Polish (an mebbee Dutch and Swedish, we’re not  shur), then that make me Irish-Dorchester-Feline-Polish-Japanese-English-Scot-French (an probablee not verree Dutch or Swedish eevn if she ever gets more shur).

But like mai fayvritest comic-strip artist Patrick McDonnell (and yu noe that he gotta be Irish-Feline-Canine, no qwestshun!) says, like St. Patrick, in the end we is all adopterayted and that make us all fambly!

Mor Cowboy Stuffs

Musashi Sez:

So I’m still not shur about this Rex fellr. I asksed hm yestrday if a rhino cud really be a cowboy ponee. He sed, “If a kittee can be a cowboy, there are no reason why a rhino can’t be a ponee.” And I admit he’s got a point.

Also, he went on the kapyooter an we looked fer books about kittees an rhinos being cowboys. we found Cowboy Boyd and Mighty Calliope by Lisa Moser and The Cat in the Rhinwstone Suit by John Cash, so we got proof that kittees can be cowboys an rhinos can be cowboy ponees.
 
The amayzin thing about Rex is how somebody wift only two toes on each of his paws can be so good at usin the kapyooter keyboard. I mean, you wud think that it wud be hard fer him, but he is always Googlin this an that an findin infermation like nobody's bizness. Altho it is true that sometimes he need halp wift the Mousee.

Continuin Mai Cowboy Trainin

Musashi Sez:

Wull, now that Rex has hads time to feel lik part of the fambly, we are goin to start the next step in my cowboy trainin, which it turn out is all about bandananas. My mom wears these when she gets all sweaty at the gym, but mostlee I has gone fer a pretty red coller or a white ascot or bo tie.  But Rex sez that reel cowboys wear bandananas, an he even wentid on the kapyootr (which not easy when yu gots Rhino feets to type wift) and he showed me John Wayne an the Lone Ranger, an shur enugf, them gys gots the bandananas tied around their throts. 

Those guys are wearing red ones, which not got the perty paisleys that all of Mom's bandananas has. She has all diffrint colors like blak an bloo an grey an red an pink. My fayvritest color is brigt pink. So Mom offered me her brigt pink bandanana to wear, but my neck is either way to big or way too small, dependin on how yu folds it (the banandana, not my neck), so we all decided that Rex shud wear it instead. He sed that he likes it verree much cuz it bring out the powder bloo of his corduroy hide.

An then, cuz like Mom sez, if yer hobby not teachin yu stuffs, yu'r not doin it rigt, we got to argyooin how yu spells the werd, or more precislee, how yu stops spellin the word, an I sed it was a funnee word, an Rex sed that it wus like umbrellas an pajamas, an Mom sed that's cuz it was probly Indian, and it turn out she’s rigt (she’s gud wift the wurds). 

Then we decided we had to look it up an find out what it really mean, cuz “sweat-soakin-up-piece of colord-cotton-wif-paisleys” don’t sound like a real word to me. Turn out it means “tie-dyed” an it related to the word “to bind.”

So I guess we're doin the cowboyin rigt, cuz we are learning stuffs.

Osker Wuz Not Invyted to Our Pzrtee

Musashi Sez:

Wull, mai writer bunnee friends are whut yu migt call De-Tail-Oriented, which wuz a verree gud thing indeed, cuz mai mom caym hom erlee from halpin mai grandma and grandpa wift all the boxes an stairs an stuffs, but we onlee had teacups an sawsers to show fer our partee. Phew!

Mom walked into the kitchen to find me sittin on the tall stool-thin and washin all them cups an saucerors.

An Mom sez, "Whut kinda cookies didz yu hav fer yer partee?"

And I sez, "I  shared my Greenie Treats wift them."

An Mom was all, "That's my good boy! Sharin yer treats wift yer friends!!! Yu dezerve mor treats! And to thingk that yer grandma an grandpa were worrying that yu was havin som kinda wild partee while I was gone!"