Musashi Sez:
My ol frend Karli caym bak to liv wift us an she brogt her “pet” hampstr, whu’z naym is Gyro. I lukt up Gyro on the Guugl an it is a kinda samwich, but she dozn’t luk lik a samwich. She luk like a whit moussee wift other colrz on her. She has her own fansee plastik manshun that she liv in. I kin watch her all dae if Karli let me. Mostlee she (Karli, I meen) dozn’t let me.
Aneewae, I asksd Mom whut “pet” meen, an she sed it meen “companyun aminal.” So I aksd her if she wuz my pet and she got a funnee luk on an sed, “Sorta.”
Huh. Yu’d thingk she’d noe by now. We ben livin togethr fer lik a yeer an a haf, an that’s ferevr. But I gess she’s a littul sloe.
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I saw a cat drinking from a puddle today, Musashi. What are your thoughts about that?
Not sutch gud hyjeen. But mebbe the kittee not got a hom an a bowl...
That's what I was thinking and why it troubled me. I sometimes carry kittie treats in my bag, but when I saw him I didn't have any on me.
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