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| No, I will not look at the flashy box. |
Well, it's here again. Tuxie Tuesday. It's me, Precious, your hostess wif the mostest. I haf sumthing to say tonight about the Mommy. She's on my list. You know the one. Tonight, she went to what we Okies call a "fish fry". She came home fully sated and reeking of fish. We all optimistically met her at the back door. Nary a fish was in sight. Nothing. Nada. A big goose egg. Zero. Zip. Zilch. She didn't bring us any fish! What kind of a Mommy does that? I'm planning a revenge attack. If you kittehz haf any ideas, let me know. Seems like it should be more speshul that just a cold pile of yak. Well, I gotta go terrorize my new little brofur. (I owe her one fur that too!) Don't do anything I wouldn't do, kittehz!
