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| Princess - "WHAT is that lishus whiffie?" |
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| Prancer - "I'm weak just from the smell. Cannot hold body up." |
Hello furriends, HRH Princess posting today. It was a beautiful day today here in SE Oklahoma. Well, it was until the Mommy came home. All of us kittehz ambled into the kitchen to
be fed immediately greet Mom. She cracked open a couple of cans of stinky goodness and we
ate like pigs at the trough had a bite of dinner. Meanwhile the Mommy was busying herself at the stove. After eating we went to relax in the den. Then the smells started. Oh my cod. It was more than we could take! Mommy made real chick-hen! Not KFC (which is very nommy, by the way) She fried it in the pan, kittehz! This NEFUR happens at our house! Imagine our excitement, like Chrissy-mouse morning. Alas, it was not meant to be. The chick-hen (drumsticks - our fave) was to be fur the Daddy. We ate only
a whole durn leg a few measly bites, then drug ourselves to the bed. Just barely. Then, she got out the flashy beast. Pain and misery, kittehz, pain and misery. Our lives are full of it. We hopes you kittehz haf a better day than we did. Purrs, ya'll.
