Riktor, Wimsey, and D'Artagan tell a story...

[badgerpup]

D'Artagnan: Mom runned away again!!1

Wimsey: I afrayd she not com bakc. She runned away wunz befor.

Riktor: Silly! Mom ALWEZ com bakc. She telled Anty-Sue "Plz take good care of my monsterz kthnx!"

Wimsey and D'Artagnan: What are 'monsterz'?

Riktor: Cool kittehs like us. Mom leaved windo open, an lotsa fud, an water drippin in litterbox room.

D'Artagnan: Windo open! Tweeker-kitteh from next door come over and par-TEE! Par-TEE! Par-TEE! No 'nip tho...

Wimsey: Mom not be happeh wen we bring prizes inside. So we didn't.

Riktor: Ya. An' we use the litterboxes...even tho we mad cos Mom runned away. Don't she kno we wurry?
Wait...Wimsey, you heer sumthin?

Wimsey: (listens) Sownd like our car!

D'Artagnan: LOOK like our car! Mom com home!

Clowder: Whar you wer, Mom? We wuz so worryed! Er...we meen "Waz you gon? We dint notis..."
Can we haz sum gushyfud plz?
purr purr purr anklewind cuddle cuddle...




My P.O.V.: I was in hospital for 6 days for a med adjustment. Without going into T.M.I. territory, Shimrod's death was just the last straw for me.
I went to get help BEFORE things got critical beyond fixability, so no worries there.
Cats were very glad to see me...except for Tweeker, since it's sorta like the parents came home from vacation and the party is OVER (read: Tweeker is not permitted inside the house anymore). I'm not being mean; Tweeker has a perfectly good home next door.

[elleng]

1. Glad you're home and safe, Mom!

:hi:

[Curmudgeoness]

2. Er...waz you gon?

Cats! Gotta love em. Cute story.