Yu’r Not Breethin Hard Enugf

Musashi Sez:

OK. So mom sez I was kind of crabbee las tim, an that’s tru. I don’t lik rainee daes wen the sun is not shynin and the burds ar not hangin around outsyd. Is annoyin. At leest wen it snow, I kin watch the hoomin peeples brushin all the whyt stuff off their cars. Then they pullz thoz wipey thins up so they looks lik bug antenna. Is perty funnee to see hoomin peeples fussin round them big bugs.

But mom sez I got to mayk shur yu gyz is not feelin bad cuz of mai crabbee. So she sugjestid I shud wryt about somthin “nys,” like mebbee luv. (Somtims she’s sutch a gurl. Huh.) Huh.

So I sed: “Luv’s borin. Is all that kissee stuff.”

An mom sed: “Luv mayks the wurld go round.”

I sed: “No, it don’t. Grabitee does that. Or mebbee innersha. Somthin to do wift fhyziks, aneewae.”

She sed: “Luv conkerz all.”

“Nope,” I sed. “Yu tol me about Wurld Dominayshun an how mutch trubul peeples gets in wen they conkerz othr peeples.”

She thingkd about that fer a whyl. Then she sed: “It’s spring. Luv is in the ayr. If yu’r not in luv, yu’r jus not breethin hard enugf.”

I sed: “What?”

She sed: “Is somthin a frend of yer Ont Mishell sed.”

I aksd: “Is Ont Mishell from yer litter?”

“Yep.”

Huh. So she mebbe is rigt. OK. I moslee breethz perty hard aftr I ben chaysin mousees wift mai ninja skillz. So I go do that now. Then we see what happn aftr.

Watchin the Burds Watchin fer Spring

Musashi Sez:

OK, peeples, yu got to lissen up. Rigt now is Martch, almos Ayprul, and that meens it’s spring. I don’t cleerly rememember my firs spring, cuz I wuz jus a littul kittee. But mom sez spring bring burds, an then flowurs, an then weddins. Now I know about the burds, cuz I hav ben watchin them out the front windo, an out Karli’s windo, an out Raychul’s windo, an somtims out the kitchin windo too. Moslee, we got Chikadees an Grakkuls. In the sky, we got Pidguns and Seegulls. Yu kin tell I ben becomin a burd watcherer. I aksd mom fer them binonkulars to look through, but she say they don’t com in sutch a small syz. Well, that is cleerlee a cays of predjoodis, if I evr herd one. Huh.

I havn’t seen mutch flowurs yet. An the weddin seezon isn’t qwyt here yet. But it’s comin. Mom sez weddin seezons is trikkee, cuz they’r lyk the oppozit of spring. Insted of comin slowerer then yu thingk, they com faster. See? Trikkee.

Now, yu probabul sayin, “Musashi, why yu carin about weddins? Yu’r a kittee. An aneewae, yu wae too yung to be thingkin about weddins.” That’s tru. But I got frends, an they’r the ones whu ar goin to be marreein eetch othr. So this blog is goin to be an advertyzmint. Sorta.

No! Wayt! It is a Publik Serviss Anounsmint. Huh.

But I need to be nappin now, cuz this blog-wrytin thin is egzaustin. I tell yu mor tomorro.

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