Showing posts with label The Fur Person. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Fur Person. Show all posts

Monday, October 4, 2010

We Haz a Sekund Winnr!!!



Musashi Sez:

We ar rollin in gas!!! We alreddee has a sekund winnr in the MUSASHI qwiz gaym. Mai frend Pamelr correctlee ansrd 3 and ½ qwestshunz.

1) What is Musashi’s nombr 1 fayvrit fud?
e) Toonr. But yu othr folks all nu that cuz of mai granpa.

2) What is Musashi’s fayvrit myoozik?
d) Miles Davis. Huh. Of cors. I don’t noe a singul kittee whu dozn’t lie wift hiz or her eyz half-clozd lisnen to this sweet jazz, wift our tails swayin bak an 4fth—hmm. How yu sez rrrrrr’p in Inglish?

“Langwidlee.” Whut a funnee werd.

3) What is Musashi’s fayvrit book?
c) The Fur Person. OK, folks, I wrytid a buk revyoo on this one a whil bak. Yu gots to pay attenshun. It is writid by May Sarton.

I not tell yu whut her half right ansr wuz, cuz that wud mayk it eezier fer yu to gess. NO GESSIN!!!

Yu keep tryin! We only gotz the lastest 2 qwestshunz to ansr, an then I kin tells yu about this Egstra Holee Fransis gy whu keeps on getting folks to bless me from a distins.

My purrz go out to Pamlr. Givz her a round of paws!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A Lidderaree Masterpees!!!





Musashi Sez:

Mom just bogt me a book an it’s the best book evr! It’s all about this kittee an his differkult sertch fer a houskeepr, an his figts, an HADDOCK, an the tim he got reellee sik an lost som fur, an also a buntch of egzistentchul theems to do wift kittee peeples and hoomin peeples livin together, so lik, cross-speeseez fhillosofee. Huh.

The writr’s naym is May Sarton, an mom sez she wuz a grayt po-et an also wrot long storeez calld novulz. She eevn livd not so far from heer, an part of the book happins in Cambridj, that is across the rivr.

Almos fergot: the book is calld The Fur Person. Is deeplee moovin, a tru pertrayal of the tryals of feelyn lif. I givs it 4 starz. Yu gots to go get this book an reed it. Or hav yer mom or dad reed it to yu, lik myn did.

I givs yu a qwot of the ferst payj:

"When he was about two years old, and had been a Cat About Town for some time, glorious in conquests, but rather too thin for comfort, the Fur Person decided that it was time he settled down. This question of finding a permanent home and staff was not one to be approached lightly of a May morning..." (Sarton 13).

OK. Now yu go get book.

Sarton, May. The Fur Person. New York: WW Norton, 1983.