WooHoo It’s finally Furiday!!! It’s still a little chilly but da sun was out when we got up this meownin’ and da temps are supposed to rise. Looks like summer may be here. You know what dat means? Me’s hopin’ fur lots of stroller rides with mommy.
Course, me’s havin’ to share her right now.
Yep, we got a knock on da door yesfurday and mr. W’s home health nurse said he told her to come tell mommy to take care of Buddy. Mommy just luvs how he thinks he can order her around…NOT!!! But of course mommy won’t let Buddy go hungry, so she trodded off to mr. W’s ‘pawrtment to feed Buddy. Da place was a mess (messier than normal), so mommy called ‘round to da hospital when she got back home. Sure ‘nuff he was there. He said Buddy tripped him and he broke his hip and had to have pins put in it. He’s been hopin’ fur a new hip fur a few years now. He’s been purr-pussly fallin’ tryin’ to break dat thing to no avail.
Now we’s not bein’ mean here, mr. W told mommy dat himself when she caught him out on da ice a couple winters ago tryin’ to slip and fall. Ever few months he goes to da hospital cuz of a fall, but he’s never broken dat hip. Well this time he did. Da only thing is, we don’t like him blamin’ Buddy. Trust me, Buddy’s no leg winder. And he’s used to givin’ a wide berth cuz mr. W be large and clumsy and uses a wheelchair. Anyways, me’s getting’ off track here, mommy be takin’ care of Buddy right now, so dat’s gonna cut into me’s strolls a bit; and everythin’ else fur dat matter. She’s tellin’ me to hurry now in fact cuz she needs to go feed and play with Buddy.
Hmmmpht How dare she, he, they, whoever.
Well as me does every week me’s joinin’ Rascal and Rocco fur da Pet Parade. And hey, don’t furget to enter me’s Catit Give away here. Me’s gonna go take a bath while mommy tends to Buddy. We’ll be by to see ya’ soon.