The Innerlopr Goz Hom, an Also Cupcayks

Musashi Sez:

Befor I tellz yu about mai cupcayk birftdae surpryz parteez, I gotsta tell yu about whut happind wift Jaspr an his hoomin.

So Karlee & Carlos (K&C) moovd the Naymless Kittee into Karlee’s room fer the tim bein. They caym an went, an wen they wer gond, the kittee cried an scratchd at the dor. It wuz a confuzzlin tim.

Mom pikkt me up an tryd to egsplayn me whut wuz goin on. She sed, “Musashi! Yu’r mai buddee!” an she gives me lotsa kissiz an tell me mai fur smell gud. An she sez, “Wen somboddee havn’t got a hom, we gotsta halp them, rigt?”

“Huh. OK.”

“Wull, ther ar another kind of homlessness, too. It called temperaree, lik wen somboddee akshul got a hom, but their hoomin gets lostid. Then we gotsta tayk cayr of the kittee whu is heer whil we finds the hoomin whu got lostid.”

“Huh. If yu sae so.”

“This calld hosprtalitee. In forrin contreez wher they gots big mountins or big hot dezzerts, hosprtalitee is a Law.”

“Yus,” I sez, “but if we don’t has thoz thins, it not a law heer!”

“Wull,” sez she, “but we gots big, scaree truks. Yu remembrer las Jooly, wen we vizitid the Vet Laydee? The one whu givd yu the shinee bloo medul fer bein brayv wen she givd yu the raybeez shot?”

“Huh. Why I not get a medul fer being brayv on the sidwalk in mai carryin thin? I NOT lik sidwalk!”

“Egzaktlee!” shouts Mom. “Sidwalk is danjruss fer kitteez! So we is being hosprtabul whil we try to find this kittee’s companyun hoomin.”

Huh.

Mom’s doin that annoyin Bein Rigt Thin agen, an I NOT lik it. She sez the other kittee is a gest, but he seem mor lik a innerlopr to me!

So laytr, K&C goes out, an Mom an me sits on the coutch wift our blankeez, cuz it wuz a cold dae and the othrz hads their windoz opn a littul. But that wuz OK, cuz it wuz verree cozy fer ME an MOM. Togethr! She NOT aneebodee els’z Mom!!! Huh! (Not! Not! NOT!)

Qwot of the Dae: “Has yer cupcayk an eets it too.”

Mistree Kittee Confuzzlz Our Lyf

Musashi Sez:

This morning, somboddee nokkd on our dor an aksd mai mom if she had a kittee.

She sed, “Yes!”

The voys aksd if perhaps the kittee wuz on othr sid of dor (the sid wift the voys)?

Mom sed, “No. I’m lookin at him rigt now.”

The voys went awae.

Laytr on, Mom left, an then I heerd her voys an then she caym bak, pord som of mai littr in a big thin an waddr in a littul thin, an went out agen. It wuz a big mistree.

Laytr aftr that, my roommayts, Karlee an Carlos (whu they ar not twinz), caym in, pord a littul of mai fud in a littul boul, went out, and caym in agen. They sat an talkd bout som por homless kittee, an I wuz startin to thingk mebbe it wuz that weerd kittee from Cheshr.

Then Mom caym hom, an a kittee follrd her. He wuz a whit kittee wift a blak tailcot, jus a littul gy. But why he com in heer?

He started to wandr around wift us all follrin him, an I not shur whut to do. Does I purr? Does I powns!? It wuz a defnit dilemmin.

Fynlee, they brings him into Karlee’s room an clos dor. They brings all thos thins they pord outsid into Karlee’s room an then Mom goes to werk at compyootr, gromblin about taxis, or mebbe taxes. Hard to tell. She doesn’t so much r-tik-yoo-layt wen she gromblz.

Laytr on, Karlee aks Mom about if the Othr Kittee sprayz? Cuz she not shur if him has got the po-lyt up-bringin I has. Mom tells her not to worree cuz his companyun peeplz will be comin in no tim at all.

Huh. She sutch an optomitrest.