Since I have last written, I have got a new couch. It is mine. I even swatted Mommy once for sitting on it when I wanted it all for myself. I get my hair all over it. It's nice
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This one was two, a two pound albino with black eyes! He came from a shelter, she got him as a friend to Dweezel, who came from a Seven Eleven convenience store, that sells smokes and beer. The people there thought it was a big rat. Really, and they aimed to shoot it, and just then Jennifer, my mom's bread vender (she ran a bakery) walked in, and New York whistled at it, and it came rushing up her to her chin. But Jennifer drove a fresh bread truck, and she did not know ferrets LOVE bread, so by the time she got to mom's bakery Jennifer was wiggin gout because the ferret wanted all her bread. She asked mom for duct tape and a box, mom obliged. Then mom scratched her head, and asked why. Jennifer showed her the ferret she had tied up in her back pack, and mom fell in love. Well Jennifer's dogs attacked it, so she gave it to mom. Two days before mom was leaving on a trip to Greece. (bad timing for mom) she dropped $300 into a huge four foot tall cage, bedding, a hammock, water bottle, food fish, totally ferret feed, the vet to make sure it would not carry anything that would hurt us, and she paid the sitter lots extra. But when she came home she fell even more in love. A year later she got Frankie (that was his name when she got him from the shelter) to keep Dweezel company, since he was sad to be alone in his cage. They would snuggle. Dweezle died, and then it was time to move, so Frankie went with the boy who's underwear he would steal. Mom was very heart broken, but Justin had a new home, and said that he could get over all of us cats. And the hog, but not the land sharks. Mom looks at them all the time in the pet shops and whimpers, but she really would not want another one. *just Frankie* SO do you know how she got your Frankie came to be?
Yeah, they got the Fudgemeister in a pet store. He was really small and there was a parrot that always squawked really loud (they think that is how he became deaf.)
Mommy and Daddy felt sorry for him, so they bought him and named him Franklin Edward Fudge-a-velt. I guess it was a good name, because he eats stuff all the time.
that is a great name. yeah I have seen a parrot, I am so glad that mom did not bring one of those home! I also lived near one in a store when I was a teen ager. I was a show cat for PAWS. and MoM saved me because PAWS actually put down cats that have been there too long and my number was up! I am glad she loved me!
well she is a princess, but I like her just fine, she is taking a nap. so since i finally have computer time, i will pass take the message and pass it along for her
naaaa, *meep* the others are too narcissistic to ever read my postings, I read there's but they never read mine. They are just jealous because mom loves me the best, and no matter how bad I am I never, ever get in trouble. (it is really great!)
Hum, well that is not me at all. But that is why we are so great! we can adapt to anything and still be so cute ... that will allow us to rule the world once more....
But Jennifer drove a fresh bread truck, and she did not know ferrets LOVE bread, so by the time she got to mom's bakery Jennifer was wiggin gout because the ferret wanted all her bread. She asked mom for duct tape and a box, mom obliged. Then mom scratched her head, and asked why. Jennifer showed her the ferret she had tied up in her back pack, and mom fell in love. Well Jennifer's dogs attacked it, so she gave it to mom. Two days before mom was leaving on a trip to Greece. (bad timing for mom) she dropped $300 into a huge four foot tall cage, bedding, a hammock, water bottle, food fish, totally ferret feed, the vet to make sure it would not carry anything that would hurt us, and she paid the sitter lots extra. But when she came home she fell even more in love. A year later she got Frankie (that was his name when she got him from the shelter) to keep Dweezel company, since he was sad to be alone in his cage. They would snuggle. Dweezle died, and then it was time to move, so Frankie went with the boy who's underwear he would steal. Mom was very heart broken, but Justin had a new home, and said that he could get over all of us cats. And the hog, but not the land sharks.
Mom looks at them all the time in the pet shops and whimpers, but she really would not want another one. *just Frankie*
SO do you know how she got your Frankie came to be?
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Mommy and Daddy felt sorry for him, so they bought him and named him Franklin Edward Fudge-a-velt. I guess it was a good name, because he eats stuff all the time.
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yeah I have seen a parrot, I am so glad that mom did not bring one of those home! I also lived near one in a store when I was a teen ager. I was a show cat for PAWS. and MoM saved me because PAWS actually put down cats that have been there too long and my number was up! I am glad she loved me!
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Hum, well that is not me at all.
But that is why we are so great!
we can adapt to anything and still be so cute ...
that will allow us to rule the world once more....
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