Mommy, it's NOT mine fault that I has to chase Sammy all ofur the house and tackle him. Or that after I chase Miles all ofur the house he gets the hick-cups. Or that after I chase Billy all ofur the house he can't breathe. I has to chase them. I think it's the weather making me do it.
It's been too cold to crawl out of our holes to do a report. Right now the mom says it's "minus one" outside. I has no idea what that means but there's snow that's at least 3 times as high as we are outside and it's cold. So maybe "minus one" means cold and snow. Even Billy runs from the door when it opens 'acause it's too cold. We knows that lots of you kitties are in the same boat. We is dreaming of a baycakshun somewhere warm - like other bedroom where the little heater is (the mom says that room does not get a lot of heat so she has a separate heater in there. And she's NOT SHARING IT WIF US). So we is wandering around hollering "WE WANT THE WARMS" whenever she is home.
Also, our front door is frozen shut 'acuase, as the mom says, the idiot who put in the new front door did not do it right and now the ice is unner the roof shingles and it's melting and coming in through the door frame and the ice has frozen the door shut. So the mom has to go out the back door, chip the ice from the front door and then try and use that. And the window where the big window sill is in the human litterbox room is leaking too. For the same reason - the dood was an idiot. The old, broken window never leaked. Oh, and our landlord is in India or something visiting family so he cannot be reached by any of the people who rent houses from him (and all are having the same prollems because the same idiot dood worked on all of the houses). the mom is pretty hissed off.
Yep, it's COLD COLD COLD here. The mom says it's "minus 4" whatever that means. Well, I do know 2 things it means, the windows are too cold to sit in front of.... and on Sunday I gotted FRENCH TOAST. nom nom nom
Billy is coff, coff, coffing 'acuase he can only ever breathe from one nostril and he has breathing prollems in the winter. He coff, coff, coffed on Sammy, and Sammy got hissy and tried to punch Billy in the face. Miles got hissy that Sammy and Billy were hissy, and he tried to punch Sammy in the face. Then both of them started running all over the house hissing at each other. Then Billy taked a nap and Sammy hid unner the love seat and Miles started chasing me. Then we ran over mommy. I guess that was a mistake 'acause she HOLLERED at both of us. Then she made us take a nap. With no treats. I guess we is in trubble.