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Thursday, November 26, 2015
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Friday, November 20, 2015

It's a few weeks to mine gotcha day - so here is a flashback to mine ferst v-e-t visit 'afore I came home.  Well, I was just going to be a foster, but then mommy said mine official last name would be Meezer, so I gotted to stay.  Which was great, 'acause I think Billy would haf cried forefur if I hadded to go back. 

I was a little bit of a mess! But I'm not now! 

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

I am declaring today Miles Wednesday.  For no particular reason, just because I can.  MOL

Monday, November 16, 2015

So, it's Meezer Monday and Miles is pouting, Nicky is spinning and Billy is, well, in the bathtub getting wet.  Because he's weird.  

Miles is pouting because the mom would not share something called "en-cha-la-da's" with him.  Again, another food that will make flames shoot out of his butt.  My question is this: why doesn't it make flames shoot out of HER butt? Do they only turn cats into flame-throwers? 
Thursday, November 12, 2015

It's mine purrfday today!! WOOO HOOOO!!!

Haf some foods and some fun!!!

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.

The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, 1918
The day The War to End All Wars ended.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
between the crosses row on row
that mark our place; and in the sky
Scarce heard among the guns below

We are the dead.  Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset go
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from falling hands we throw
the torch - be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though
poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

If only it really had been the war to end all wars................
Tuesday, November 10, 2015

So last night in bed mommy was sleeping and I crawled up next to her, and when she waked up she petted me, but I was all twisted around and she could not find mine head.  This freaked her out a little bit - then she called me "pretzel butt" which is weerd, because Billy says mine butt smells like farts, not pretzels.  

Thursday, November 05, 2015

Find the money she dropped on the floor and hide it under the couch.  


Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Is give peas peace a chance 

(Billy - ME thinks we should give peas a chance too, they is yummy)

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

What I did with mine extra hour.  

So, Sammy and Nicky sat on the bed and stared at the mom.  Billy licked her hair.

Many of you said I hollered or screamed at her.  Interestingly, you were wrong. 

I got mine claw stuck in her earlobe.  SHE did the screaming.  And a little bleeding. 

It was an interesting way to spend that extra hour.