It is a waste to throw away this huge bunch of fur, She said. By now, we all know you can't make new cats out of the furr that comes off in the brush, but oh, that brushing feels good. I bet that if shee would save up the fur for a few weeks, there would be enough to make He a swetaer. She says yeah, that'll happen. She knows a lady who lives very far away, where She and Smudge'sMom went on an airplane. That lady knows how to make stuff out of fur and even some kinds of plants. I have to tell you, if She starts saving up that hair, wonderful things will happen
It has been very hot here, with no rain for a long time, It has made everything so dry that there are warnings that there might be fires. One of her Eddie-Girls lives where there have been lots of fires, and She and Her other Grandchildren were worried. She called the girl up on the phone, and found out she was not burned up. The girl is not feeling very well, though., so She will send a message or two, to keep track.
Last night They watched a show about cats, and there were no cats like Kasey or me on the show. It's OK, She says we are much cuter than those strange cats with no fur, or very short legs, or no tails. We are more rare and amazing, She says, because we live here with Them. I have to agree. Now that I am all brushed and handsome, especially.
I think I saw Her put a little pie in the oven - the kind with the chicken and gravy. I'm going to make sure. Toodle Pip.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
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