Uh Oh

MILES

I fink Mommy is trying to kill me. Last night, she:
1. Satted on me
B. Stepped on me
3. Layed on me

Oh, shur, after she satted on me and stepped on me, she gave me a little ham, but I don't know. She was going to sit down on the couch and I wanted to sit there too, so I jumped up when she was sitting down. Then when she wented to get whatever it was that she was cooking that smelled so good, I ran to the kitchen wif her and sat behind her real quiet, like a good boy, and she stepped on my paw. After that she layed down on me in the bed. Then this morning - she stepped on me again. She said somefing about me being under her feet, but I was doing my best to be cute and winding around her while she was going down the stairs. And she stepped on my tail.

Grampa Norton and Gramma Trixie say that she's just a big clumsy oaf, but Sammy says she's trying to kill me. Who should I believe? What do you all fink?

SAMMY

I so totally did NOT FALL off the balcony upstairs. I was prakticing the dismount for my Catolympics floor routine. Yeah, that's it.

Why can't she just buy banilla?

MILES
I was all 'acited. I gotted a piece of ham for a snack while Mommy was cooking dinner. Then sniffed at a piece of chick-hen that she hadded for dinner, but I didn't eat it, 'acause she said that there would be ice cream later. I was sooooooo 'acited that I stuck my head in her bowl when she sat on the couch.
Know what's really yucky?

Banana ice cream.

MOM!!!!! That was a mean trick. I might have to praktice jumping to the ceiling extra long tonight.

Why couldn't I stay mad?

SAMMY
Mommy went away for 2 nights - she had a sitter for us, but we were mad when she gotted home yesterday. Grampa Norton and Gramma Trixie were hiding from her for a long long time 'afore they letted her pet them. Miles was mad for about 30 seconds, and then he was jumping all over her like a woofie. I tried to stay mad at her for a long long time. I didn't jump on the couch to get pets or anyfing. But, when she wented to bed, I could not help myself. I jumped up into my spot, and then i stayed there all night, and I didn't even wake her up in the middle of the night. I could not stay mad, and I should have been mad at her for leaving us for 2 nights. Even though the sitter was furry furry nice to us. I'm so ashamed.

It's MY spot

SAMMY

An open letter to my brofur Miles: Listen squirt, I have a spot in the bed reserved for snuggling wif Mommy at night - it's the best spot to lay so that, at the right time, I can lick her eyelid and wake her up to pet me. So, if you insist on laying in my spot, I am going to lay down on your face. Either deal wif it or get a new spot.

What fun we have!!

MILES

Know what's fun? Riding Sammy down the hall like he's a horse.

SAMMY

Know what else is fun? Pushing Miles off the big windowsill into the people's litterbox.

I'm sorry you were late for werk

SAMMY

Yes Mommy, I am going to be cute like this efurry morning so that I can get more belly scritches. You'll just haf to set the beepy thing to get you up earlier so you won't be late for work 'acause you're adoring me.

My friend Abby was not feeling well and hadded to go to the V-E-T yesterday. So, since I am getting better at teleporting, I'm going to go visit her and help her feel better.

HA HA HA

MILES
I gotted Mommy good this morning 'afore she wented to werk. She gave us our stinky goodness as usual, but I didn't want stinky goodness, 'acause I knowed that there was HAM in the cold box. So, I sniffed at my bowl and then went out and sat on the couch. Mommy came out and askded me what was wrong, 'acause I always eat my stinky goodness, so I gived her my bestest sad face and big eyes, and went to stand in front of the cold box. She opened it and I gived her my best yowl, and she askded me if I wanted ham, and I yowled again, so she got some out and cutted it up for me, and gived it to me. I wonder if I can do this efurry day?

The Dance is over

Like Derby's mom's Panthers, our Panthers losted in the "Big Dance" too. We are sad 'bout this, so this is for our Mom and Dad - we lookeded up the werds so that we would get them right:


Hail to Pitt Hail to Pitt Efurry Loyal Son
Hail to Pitt Hail to Pitt Till the victory is won
The Gold and Blue shall wave furever
On High through fair and stormy weather
We'll sing Her praises fur and wide until the end of time
Hooperay, hooperary for dear old U-N-I
Give her a grand old Alleghenee, genac, genac, genac
we'll wave and cheer for many a year
and sing her songs out loud and clear
for our Uni-ver-si-ty

Weird song. We wonder what kind of weird language Mom and Dad studied in that collage place.

Oh, and if THIS is what they consider a Panther, no wonder they losted.

Our Secret Paws package arrived!

Thank you Bonnie and Victor, and your Mom too. You guys are AWSOME. We hadded so much fun going through our secret paws package. You got us so much good stuff! Here are some pikshurs!


Miles: Come ON Mom! Let's open it up!!!



Bof of us trying to rip the nip bag open





This pikshur is also for Cowboy - us rasslin for the nip and feather balls





Gramma Trixie loves her new warm blankie





So does Grampa Norton!


Thank you all so much!!!! You are the BESTEST Secret Paws!

SAMMY

We're getting ready for the big party at Finny and Buddy's We're bringing our green afghan, ham, shrimp and nip for the niptini's or just to munch on and roll in. We are so 'acited to see efurryone.