Thursday, July 24, 2014

Summer stuff and druid stuff

Musashi Sez:

Well, Mom has been complaining about her summer job an havin to grade elebenty papers in two an a haf hours while her students sit around doin fun stuff like calcululus an pfyziks. I toldid her that she is a wiz an that made her feel better.

Meanwhile, she showed me her littul Stonehenge that she puttid in her office. It is okay, but I said she should put some dirt an grass in a bowl an set the littul rocks in that instead. That's me thinkin outsdie the box, in case yu didn't notis. I have been trying to do that more, since I not really like boxes. I much perfer paper bags. I have also been develloppin a new hobby of sittin on Mom's hands when she is typin. It is lotsa fun, hnrf, hnrf, hnrf.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Mai Mor Egspektid Vaykayshun

Musashi Sez:

So I has been taykin a few weeks off, mostly playin pirate in Mom’s closet, although I has to say that at first we were maykin all her socks walk the plank. Cuz they were whoo-ee too stinkee eevn fer us, who aprershiaytes the shtinky!!! Then Mr. Tyger said, “Wull, if we is so all-fired scaredy-cats of sharks, why don’t we jus put them socks on strings like buoyouoyouys, and then the sharks will conshusly avoid us."

Yep, he’s perty smart lik that.

So this is whut we did. Also, we maydid a treaty wift her T-shirsts—not all of them, just the ones whut she wear at the “Jim.” They are the stinkiest, but not as bad as the sockses. We use them shirtses as sails, so that the Wind kin blow the stinky out of them. Huh.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Mai Unegspektid Vaykayshun

Musashi Sez:

Wull, I know that it has been a while since I writed a blog-post thing, but I was very busy halpin mom wift her stuffs and also nappin. Fer som reason, I naps more in the summertime, even tho there is a whole lot more ligt.

When we were celerbraytin Summer Solstice, Mom wantid to dance around with bells attached to our legs. She call this “Morris Dancing.” I looked up the histry of Morris the cat, and I not find any evidence that he putted bells on his legs and danced, so I said, “NO!”

Mom sighed and went bell-less, but when she was prancing around wift the sticks all by her lonesome, I thougtid it was so funny that I larfed and larfed: hnrf, hnrf, hnrf.

And of course, bezuse I have got the medals fer bravery in the face of Veterinarian Shots on mai collar, every time I larfed, my collar went Jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle.

So Mom’s Morris dancing worked out despite us boft. Huh.