momma and daddy don't like it when we fart in the living room, so we've decided to use daddy's office as the poot-palace. when momma says "you. go. fart. somewhere. else." we'll just run in there real quick and let one. i really don't know what the problem is. daddy poots too (loud) and we don't make him go outside or anything. it IS a natural bodily function. uncle leo is really the bad one. he's like a toot-ventriloquist. he "throws" his farts from the hall to the living room and then blames us. stupid, loud, white cat.
we've decided cuda is borderline-retarded. you cannot have a conversation with her. she's dead behind the eyes.
letty, our maid (momma's little helper) was here today. momma needs a maid cause she's a lazy person; i'm just saying. we like letty and her friend mona. they pet us and scooch us outside before trying to run us over with the vacuum cleaner like momma does.
today was a beautiful day in critter canyon. we saw a whole lot of rabbits, two leftover cat pieces and a mangled bird - all great smells.
daddy's home; gotta go cause i know he's taking us for a stroll where the picnic tables are. we always find leftover donuts, candy and taco wrappers there. i'm jonesing for a burrito.
big, lumpy hugs,
daisy d. b.
p.s. it is 69 days until my birthday. i would like some cheese and a trip to cabo.
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