Sittin in Mai Windo Again

 Musashi Sez:

So I noe I hasn't been writing all that mutch lately. It is because mai noo frend Jack is lettin me sit on the windo-sill in his room, so I kin see the birdies but they can't see me. I am a very gud birdie watcher, cuz I gots lotsa patience, and the sun on mai head doesn't bother me, becuz I am a solar-powered kitty.

Akshully, most kitties is solar powered, but becuz I am black an shiny, I kin absorb more sun than some other kitties who has the lighter colored fur. It is too bad fer them, especially in the wintr. Mom appreeshiates my solar power, cuz it's free--imagine if she had to keep pluggin me in all the tim, like her phone!--and becuz I am always willin to share wift her. Parently, solar power is gud fer peeples kneees.

I don't noe if doggies are solar powered or not, but I thinks they are, because you always sees them going outside, like a couple of times a day. I don't know why they can't just sit on a windo-sill like me, unless they are just too big. Human peeples probably just need to make bigger windo-sills.

Being a Reel WRiter

Musashi Sez:

Mom sez that I must be a reel Writer becuz I always has excyoosiz for not riting. Like bein mad at Mom fer leeving and then spending two weeks sittin on her feets so she culdnt go anywhere. An then getting mad at her again cuz she hads to go back to school. Or playin wift my nu frend Jack, who is nice and plays wift string wift me an lets me hang out in his room. Also he tookt this amayzin pikcher of me, an made me look pertikly hansome. 

An also sometimes I has to lick my feets to make sure that I am spiffy all over, which is a perty big job for a guy like me whu has a small tongue.

Mom sez I wud be an even reeler writer if I drinked corfee, but I not like corfee. It smells funny. Maybe I cud be a riter whu drink milk? Whut yu think about this?

Post-Summr-Vacayshun Trommer

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Musashi Sez:

Wull, I noe it has been a while, but my mom wented on vacayshun to Maayn  last week fer like elebenty daes! There she goes, orf fer lik almost a whole WEEK! and she expect me to just egspect her back. Huh. An it was not like Mom had Josh an Haidee take care of me. Insted I hads Annr. I likes Annr, but she tend to teach me Russian when Mom is gone, like “Nyet, Mushashi, not on the bed!”

Mai Trommatic Week

Musashi Sez:

Wull this has been a egsyting week an no mistake. On Mondae, Mom an me were going to go out fer “a ride” wift Mom’s frend Erbecca. But almost as soon as we got inside Erbecca’s shiny silver car, it ran awae wift us, taykin us in all sorts of circles so that we wudn’t figger out where we were goin, seein as it was the Rhetorical Terrorist Bureau whut had picked us up.

We wentid in plenty of circles (Cuz kitteez are known fer their ability to find their way hom, but hoomin peeples are SO not, specially not Mom) so that we wud not be able to figger out where the RTBs were.

Wull, anywae, they tortchurred me (by pokin and proddin) and  they must have fed mom Lettuce or (gyak) Spinnitch (if yu kin imagine such horrerz). But we toldid them nothing important. Mom tolded them our names, ranks, an cereal numbers, but that wuz it.  They even gived me whut they call a “mani-pedi” but I not give in!!!

Eventually we finded our way back home, which is veree coneveenyent, given that tomorrow is my Doption Day!!!

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.

Mai Mor Egspektid Vaykayshun

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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.

Mai Unegspektid Vaykayshun

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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.