Merry Christmus to ALL! (Eevn Mom)

Musashi Sez:

Wull, as yu may noe, I allus has a wild tim partyin wift mai roommates at this tim of yeer, cuz Mom go home to vizit her Mom an Dad (whu are mai Granmom an Granpa erspictively), an she party wift them.

Uzually, ther is lotsa sno fer me to watch out mai windo (in between the wild partyin), but this yeer not so much, an I blame Mom cuz uzually she plan betterer than this.

However, in the innerest of Santa might still be comin, eevn tho we gots no ackshual chimney, I is willing to gives her the benefits of mai considerobble doubt.

So Merry Christmus to all my homies: Mom and Granmom an Granpa an Onkul Ben an Onkul Stan an Ont Lindr an Ont Mishel an Cuzzin Dunkin an Pamlr an everbody whuz name I not noe how to spell.

An to Mistr Tygr, Happy Festivus. We will engaj in feets of strength tomorrer!

Pom Joos an Blog Joos

Musashi Sez:

Well, I has been notising mai moms habits when it comes to her blog, which is a lot about writin in genrul, an about

poetree in partikular. The fact that she writes lotsa poms has maded me wonder how she does the whol productivitee thing. It were a mystree...

Then I realize that mom drinks this pom joos stuffs sometimz. An that explaind everthin!!! If she drink Pom Joos to write them poms, mebbe I cud drink Blog Joos to writ mai blogs!!!

 

Fanbases and Shouldrers

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Musashi Sez:

Wull, I has been thinkin very seriuslee about what Mom seds about my fanbase/audience/  constitchuensee, etc., an I decided that she is probabul rigt. I shud writ mor stuffs, eevn if they are stoopid, cuz that is whut folks expekt from the innerwebs.

In the intrest of this, I am writin todae about my sholders, which are apparentlee lik a futbol players sholders, cuz when I com in the bedroom from the rest of the partmint, I offen make the door go BOOM open an then Mom complain especially if she is gettin dressed into somthin diffrent. Then she say, MUSASHI! Why you do that? Yu no open doors unless you close them afters!!!

But I not do closin of dors. I only opens them. Huh.

This is becuz I beleevs in the openin of opportooniteez an lik that. It a philosophological statement.

Post Turkey Post Thng

Musashi Sez:

Wull, Mom jus camed bak fro Tahnksgibing wift my granpa and granmom, an she had only barely unpaked her stuffs before she givs me the Lectoor:

Mom: Moosashi, don t you noe that you has been lettin down yer constitchooencee by not writin yer blog?

Me: What are a constitchooencee?

Mom: Yer audience. Yer fanbase.

Me: Yu meen Granpa and Granmom and Pamelr?

Mom: An those folks from Germany and Turkey and Poland and like that!

Me: I canst think of nothin to sae. I has gots the writer block.

Mom: That are just a excyoos. Yu kin writ about all kindsa stuffs if you want to!

Me: I tried. I gots nothin.

Mom: Whut abouts all them things I do that annoys yu?

Me: Okay, on those things I cud writ ferevr, but we gots to amooze them fanbases, an they is not eezily amoozed.

Mom: AHA! Then yu gots yer work cutted out fer yu!

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!”