Catzowey! No matter whata fantasticat part of the globe you call home, we're all part of meowvalous history on January 20th 2009 and being I'm just 2 years young, it's my FURst Inawwwwwgurashun and I'm not gonna catnap thru the festivities. So I've been checking out and under to be shure my computer hookups are in fine feline working order cuz my eyeTAILyun smart self wants to be in front of my screen fur the whole giganticat giorno tomorrow. And I don't wanna my guests to have conniptions of Hiss Fits if they can't see any ting- Bet your most pricey impurrted sardine that I'd be heading right to my litter box fur the whole day!
Today I'm taking abundacatnaps to git me and my self all rested up so no snoozing tomorrow fur me! I was in such a deep sleep this morn that I slept thru the Editor's deadline to get The Guido Gazette out! Now lemme tell ya, that's what you call CATastrophic fur shure! But I'm bright green eyed and feeling purrky now.
It's not Spring yet but my paws and me sprang into spurrring cleaning mode to tidy da house for my guests - now who left this hair band here? Don't they miss it? Ahhhh, I'm almost ready for a catnap!
In case you're curious as a cat, I don't have a politicatical correct or incorrect party cuz I'm eyeTAILyun fromma over da oshun OR is it still called dat Old Country.... I guess you could call me a Diplomacat whose paws are crossed and hoping the White House adds a mighty meowster to that big place on Pencil Vania Avenue. Do we wanna guess how many mice race at night thru those halls? I'm exhausticatted just thinking about it!
Ciao & Meow,
GUIDO the Italian Kitty