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.

Taykin Up a Instrument

Musashi Sez:

So I am still thinkin about havin a new myusical hobby. I wented on YouTube an saw peeples playin othr fun instruments like the TOOBA and the ukelelelele. There is eevn a band called Tubalele, an my mom's ol roommate Meredift (Oncle MeToo's mom) is in it. The ukelelelele is about mai size, but the TOOBA is way cooler.

I asksked Mom if I could have TOOBA lessons an she showed me how you blow into a brass instrument an it looked hard, which is too bad, but she said the neighbors will be okay wift me playin a different instrument. She recommended what she call "percushion" which is lik bongo drums an the xylophon. She said that I am very gud at fwapping things wift my paws, so now I just has to learn "ryhthym." Huh.

My Hobbieez

Musashi Sez:

Wull, I has been consideraytin taking up a hobby, like playin the harp or fiddul, aftr Mom saw a  concert wift them havin a grand ol time. But she sez that mai arms arn't long enugf fer a harp an that, as I doesn't exagtly has a neck or sholdrz, I probubly wud has trubble wift the fiddul.

So then I saw a websit wift kitteez sittin "awkwardly," an i thougtid I shud speak out. The site is here: http://www.sadanduseless.com/2014/06/awkwardly-sitting-cats/#fempgCphtVugyJbH.01

I don't think they are sittin awkwardly any mor than mom does when she is caugtid up readin a novel. Huh.

Mom’s Re-yoon-yun Thing

Musashi Sez:

So Mom went up to this place in VerMont wher they had this weird re-yoon-yun thing, which yu will be surprized to noe had NOTHIN to do wift On-yons. I noe. Weird, right?

She wuz awae fer EVER!!! Like three or four DAES!!! Irene feeded me, but it jus wasn’t the same. Huh.

She tell me that she tolded ALL her old frends about me an mai blog here, an gaved them the cards that tolded them where to go on the interwebs to find me. An I guess I believes her. Probably she did that. But I bet they won’t come, cuz they hasn’t akshully seen her in like elebenty years!!! (It was their Elebentieth Re-yoon-yun, an they all got vests an a stick an a leash. Or something like that.)

Still, she camed back. She smell funnee cuz she got what she call a “sun-burn” an then she put this icky stuff on to “re-hi-drate” or something. But at least she fed me. Cuz Irene sorta feeded me, but yu know, when yer Mom feeds yu ther is lov an stuff wift the kibble an that make a difference.

An speekin of fud, Mom sez they feeded her an her frends, lik, Fancy Cat fud!!! So I’m bettin she is fatterer than she wuz when she left, but that’s okay. We will play soccer this week an burn it off of her really fast. Like next month, maybe…