Phewie! Whut a St Patriks Day!

We sellubrated hard last nite for St Patrik's Day. I pincht all the gerls and Trip was with me ... we did a lot of my primo nip and ate a ton of greenies... it was GRATE! We dansed a danse called a jig wich makes yoo lite-hedded vary fast, espeshully after a lot of nip. Trip got blotto. I wasn't much better, but I dragged myself upstares, peed on the brand noo box that Rosie and Cheeto sent to the wite rat, and crawld into my tunnel box to sleep it off. Geezers can party just as hard as yoo yung-uns!!! Woot!

Skeezix got his tunnelbox bak

Skeez' is vary upset and his face is leeking, so I deesided to give him bak his tunnel box to make him feel better. I kinda like the cozy reesykling box with the peeping tom holes better, anyway.

Tuxie Toozday

Heer I am in the reesykul box. As yoo can see, it is not neerly as roomy and privit as my tunnel box, but it duz have a nice feecher: Peeping Tom holes on eech end. I keep tellin' Skeez', if this box is rokkin, don't bother nokkin'!

Tunnel Box Tuxie on Toozday

This is ware I spended the nite.... plenty of room, gerls!!!

I got it bak...........!

Whut a grate box!

Thare's this reely grate long tunnel box upstares in the hall. It's even dekerated reel nice with an archt entryway on both ends. So finely I desided to go inside and chek it owt... and it terns owt it'd be a grate place to hang with my harem becuz it's vary spayshus. So I made myself at home and waytid for some of my gerls to teleport over. Win all of a suddin, the wite rat comes up and sez it's HIS tunnel box, and I needed to git owt, and he was mad cuz I got my smell all over it. Well, ya know, finders keepers and all that. So I sed, "Yoo wanna peese of me???" And he sed he wuz gonna go tell on me, and that the food man made the box just for him. And he sat owtside flexin his NON-EXISTINT MUSSELLS (sorry, Daisy, but it's troo), and flappin' his yapper, and I sed, "Go ahed and rat me owt, ya littul wite ratfink," and he kept pokin at me frum owtside the box, and then I wint to sleep. THE END --- RtGC

OK, I admit it, I'm a frisky geezer

The Food Lady busted me on making owt like I'm on deth's doorstep just to get more votes in the Werld's Coolest Cat Kontest, so she made me put up a foto showing me playing so yoo'll see that I'm frisky and spry. This was taken just before the man fixt the tunnul box so that it won't collapse win Skeez jumps on top of it. This is a grate box. It has holes (like windoze) cut in the sides so we can poke owr arms thru. The lady pinned a tinsel toy to the seeling, wich is whut I'm batting at with my paw. Me and Skeez play in the tunnel box at leest an howr evry nite. He runs into the tunnel, and I poke at him frum owtside, and he pokes at me frum inside. THE END - RtGC