Momma said I wuz lookin in-tents today. I don't know what she wuz smokin. I think I are lookin in-chair, not in-tents.
Crockett duz not look in-tents either.
Dis are da photografickal inspurrayshun for today's poem. Hmmm, let's gettin poetical . . .
Dere once wuz a pirate named Travis Tabby
His ship was tip-top, not one sail wuz shabby
He sailed da high seas, despite storms and thunder
Lookin for bacon and pork ships to plunder
He schemed for a free dinner, a real plotter
And grabbed dem fishies right outta da water!
Now for some sad mews - and no, it are not dat Angelique are back to being Low Cat on da Totem Pole after yesterdays Womancat Wednesday ridiculousness . . . Our very good pal Freckles passed away earlier this week. We has been furiends wif him and his family for over 9 years now - way back on Dogster and Catster.