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| *Purr-Purr-Purr* Einstein, what in the world are you doing? Nothing Tim *Purr-Purr* |
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| Are nursing on Dad again! So *Purr-Purr* |
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| Einie kittens are weaned from their Moms Didn't have a real Mom *Purr-Purr* |
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| It's alright Einstein. I will be your mom *Purr-Purr-Purr* It takes a real Cat Dad to be a Cat Mom Thanks Einie |
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| Goodz Evenin. Taday ah waz gonna presenter da showz but it zeems da sponzors had otha planning. Da Bloggerz thingie waz Dead! Ah feelin dat diz iz da timer ta go back ta watchin Alferd Hitchcocker wit Dad. Comin backer Wednizdayz fur our regularz programmin. Gooder Nightz. |
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| Buddy why are you laying there on the stuff for recycling? Humph. Caint lay in da officer wit yoo no moe. |
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| Right Dad. There is no more office. That may be true but the room is simply changing over. Over to what? |
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| To our new Cat Room. Did you really think Dad would furget his family. Miss Fitz was in here chasing Nippy toys all night. Right. I was wondering where she was. Me'z two. |
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| Dad had to clean things up and will get all that stuff put away so we have the desks and tables to ourselves. |
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| Our Purina car will get new cushions inside for a nice Hidey Hole You liked that before Timmy I sure did |
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| So'z lemmee seein whut giver Come on in Buddy |
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| Lotta lotta room'z |
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| Dat da Fitzer'z Nippy Pilla MOL She was going wild in here last night Buddy |
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| This will be great That it will Toby |
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| Humph. It all changer so'z ah caint git uppy up no moe. Buddy Dad is going to build you stairs like you have in the kitchen Reelee! Dat gonna be gud, gud, gud Yessir |
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| Lots of room fur you know what Einie Mischief! Leave me out Rumpy Hee Hee I can't wait |
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| Quiet day out there Toby Yes it is Einie. No sun puddles either I think I will mosey on |
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| See ya See ya |
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| Hi Dad. Whaz-up Hello Toby not much |
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| *Butt Wiggle-Waggle* Hey! Toby! Don't Ju... |
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| Whew, that was close What? A purrfect landing if ever there was |
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| You definitely are the Cathlete of the family Toby Yes. I. Am. MOL. *Scritch-Scratch* Mmmm feels good |
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| I could have given you a scritch over there with more room Maybe, but, I wanted the Window Seat Window Seat? The window is over there Window seat to the Treat Jar that's here. Break it out It's not Treat Time Toby! |
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| Awww Dad. Pretty Please with tuna on top Did Miss Fitz teach you that look She said it works every time Ha, Ha yes it does. Alright Yummy in the Tummy |
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| Hey, Rumpy. Why so Glum, Chum |
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| We are a solid week into the Mew Year Yeah, so Its another year again till Catmus Prezzies But we have a lot left to play with Humph. Not the same |
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| Our furst Mew Year Investigation is Who Squished Dads Treat? My Sweet Dearest Fitz Dad asked me who trod on his Fudge I Whiffie it is the Big Footed Floofer |
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| Well done my Handsome Beau Yes it is Rumpy the Bumpkin, Again! What do you have young lad? |
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| I was checking out our grand old fellows stairs They are Very nice. Very nice indeed |
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| Yup. Ah cain just walker raght uppy No problemo |
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| Have mah luncherz Yeah dat gud, gud, gud |
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| Den ah just stepper |
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| An stepper |
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| An ah done downer. Thanky Dad. Lover Ya A great report all. Thanks Friends and hope to provide new Fitz Investigations as they arise Happy Mew Years All |
