Mexi-Cat

This was a busy day, for a Sunday. It is a holiday here where we live. It turns out that we once would have been English cats, like our cousin, Ollie. Instead, some smart guys told the Engl;ish guys we did not want to have a king tell us what to do anymore. They had a fight, and the English guys lost. This was a long, long time ago, even before She was born. So today people celebrate it as if it were our country's birthday. When it gets dark, people shoot off fireworks. That is a very scary time for Cats. It sounds like thunder and lightning. He and She keep us safe, but I pity poor Katy and the cats who go outside. They could get fireworks on them. One thing She always worries about is fires. Fireworks probably won't catch things on fire tonight, because of all the rainy rain. Where we live, there are lots of kinds of people and cats. Today She stold me I am a Mexi-Cat, because of what we had for lunch. It was called a burrito. She says it means little donkey, but it is actually not a donkey at all. It is a rolled up tortilla with beef and beans and cheese. She gave me a little taste, and I liked it, so she gave me a piece to lick, and I licked all the taste off of it. Kasey sniffled it, but she didn't want any. Kasey is very fussy about what she eats. Kasey's favorite is MY kibbles. I think we will be Ameri-Cats after the spicy taste goes away. Happy birthday, USA.