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Arrr Matey George, that's the spirit. I've become so good at taking The Fat
Wench's sewing that she hides the stuff when she isn't working on it. The
stuff with the holes that she fills up with thread is the most fun, but the
stuff that she sticks xxxx into is fun too. She hasn't used the sewing
machine in a long time, so I haven't been able to have fun with it, yet.
The last time someone used it, I sat on the floor piece thing and made it
roar. Meowmie, I mean The Fat Wench, was so mad she nudged me with her foot
and Paw told her to stop kicking the cat. I got her in trouble. I was so
proud of myself.
We're working out a plan to get you out of there and onto the good ship "Mouser" before your Meowmie can turn you into a service animal. Can't she see that we're much more than mere animals? You'll have to find some way to get that snitch Tony out of the way, though, it'll be easier if we don't have to worry about him telling your Meowmie on us. Cap'n Pine Cone, Esq. |
Copyright © Pam Shirk
July 10, 2002
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