Black Dog Alert

This as about black dogs that are not Abby. Somehow two black puppies squeezed under the fence, or some-other-how got into our back yard. Well, that took a lot of watching and several meows to get things back in order, I tell you! They must have known we were watching, because they put on a rather athletic show, rolling and wrestling and biting each other on the snout! I meowed for them to stop that, but they just laughed and kept doing it. Her Eddie is exactly right about dogs. They are not nearly as refined as Kasey and me. But then, neither is Katy-Cat from next door. She asks for treats and gobbles whatever They put down for her, without so much as a sniff and the required turn up of her nose before she starts to gobble. Kasey and I know to nibble slowly, after grudgingly accepting the kibbles.
Lots of Her friends have cats, and I approve of the way they care for them. She says they get snuggles, just like we do, and they are precious to them. Blatheren Babies is what She calls some of them. And Smudge and his Aunt Trixie and Uncle Jack. When She hears about them she makes that kind of purr noise that sounds like awwww.
The flowers are starting to look tired, but She will never give them up until He sneaks their old dead carcasses out of here. Meanwhile, they are fun to play with. I must check on them right now. Tata.