InTheOut Game
D&PGubanc
Bobbie has reminded me of a furry fun game y'all might try. InTheOut An
Stayin' There. It gives you and your hooman GREAT exercise. Furrst, you
must get'cherself InTheOut. Having done that, you must remain InTheOut
until your hooman has a furry important place to go and wants you to be
InTheIn furry quickly. Okay. Scene set. I have a deck in my Out. I can
run under this deck furry quickly. My hoomans, porky liddle puffers
that they are, cannot fit under this deck, besides which Mom has been
herd to say, "ICK! Spyders!" So when they approach me InTheOut, and get
within a paw or whisker of me, I act like I don't know they're there,
then I runrunrun unnder the deck! [hee hee] They look under the deck an
say, "Pauline, honey, c'mon out, sweetie!" PAH! Do they think I'm DAFT!
They wander away, cashooally, as if they don't care that I'm still
InTheOut. And I come outta under the deck, as if I don't notice that
they're still lurkin'. They get close, I run under the deck, they get
down on their squatty haunches an peer under the deck. Well. After
three or four of these episodes, there ain't no more "honeys." And they
get gudgud exercise. BEWARE: When they finally catch you, they will be
a liddle bit irritated. My daddy fairly sqwashed my liddle self in a
rather crushing grip when he finally cot me, almost as if he wisht he
could strangle me, but knew that the naybors was watchin. Just keep an
eye on the redness of face for a guide as to how many InTheOut's you
can risk. Pauline, who tests the limits
Rosemary Gafner
Pauline, you are a master of hoominology.
--Bebe, awed to be in Pauline's presence
D&PGubanc <guba...@ix.netcom.com> wrote in article
<5n75bd$j...@sjx-ixn10.ix.netcom.com>...
Sharon Davis
On 5 Jun 1997 19:51:09 GMT, guba...@ix.netcom.com(D&PGubanc) wrote:
>Bobbie has reminded me of a furry fun game y'all might try. InTheOut An
>Stayin' There. It gives you and your hooman GREAT exercise. Furrst, you
>must get'cherself InTheOut. Having done that, you must remain InTheOut
>until your hooman has a furry important place to go and wants you to be
>InTheIn furry quickly. Okay. Scene set. I have a deck in my Out. I can
>run under this deck furry quickly. My hoomans, porky liddle puffers
>that they are, cannot fit under this deck, besides which Mom has been
>herd to say, "ICK! Spyders!" So when they approach me InTheOut, and get
>within a paw or whisker of me, I act like I don't know they're there,
>then I runrunrun unnder the deck! [hee hee] They look under the deck an
>say, "Pauline, honey, c'mon out, sweetie!" PAH! Do they think I'm DAFT!
>They wander away, cashooally, as if they don't care that I'm still
>InTheOut. And I come outta under the deck, as if I don't notice that
>they're still lurkin'. They get close, I run under the deck, they get
>down on their squatty haunches an peer under the deck. Well. After
>three or four of these episodes, there ain't no more "honeys." And they
>get gudgud exercise. BEWARE: When they finally catch you, they will be
>a liddle bit irritated. My daddy fairly sqwashed my liddle self in a
>rather crushing grip when he finally cot me, almost as if he wisht he
>could strangle me, but knew that the naybors was watchin. Just keep an
>eye on the redness of face for a guide as to how many InTheOut's you
>can risk. Pauline, who tests the limits
hehehehe, thas a gud one Pawline, hehehe. i'm not bery gud at this
game. when my hoomins call me i always cum running and they jus pik me
up and skrach my hed. but Sabrina is a master ob the game. she lay
reel still and sumtyme she roll ober lyke she want tu get her tummy
skratch and my meowmie sneek up reel slow and jus when she reech out
hur hand....Sabrina scoot unner the car or run fast as she can. she
get this reel sweet luk on hur face but there is no catching hur when
she don't want tu be caught. one tyme my meowmie and pawpie hab tu go
tu town and they neber leeve us in the OUT when they go away so my
meowmie go out tu get Sabrina and she call and luk and du eberyfing.
then my pawpie come out tu and they walk all ober and finally they see
a camper nex door which is not onna truk or nofing but jus lying down
on the ground so they luk and they see Sabrina liddle face in the
window ob that camper so they run and get hur and then they hab tu
close up the holes so she don't go in there.....boy, she is gud at
that InTheOut Game. mebbe yu cud play it togefur. that wud reely mess
them up...hehehehe
pippy
D&PGubanc
Ah, Pippy! The old "InTheVeehickle" trick! That Sabrina! Quite a
furmale, huh!!? Fur both you an Bebe (and fangu, Bebe, fur your
compliments - I am not wurrthy), just remember, the impurrtant part of
this game is to furrry carefully measure the hooman distance between
(1) "Cute liddle game, my lovely fluffbutt, come to mommy," and (2)
"I'm going to choke the furry life out of you when I catch you, neffur
give you Pounces again, and feed you only Hills W/D." Now, if you let
it go too long, until you have reached (2), you have seriously
miscalculated. Pauline, who has allllllmost reached (2)
Carla Crossfield
D&PGubanc wrote:
>
> Bobbie has reminded me of a furry fun game y'all might try. InTheOut An
> Stayin' There. It gives you and your hooman GREAT exercise. Furrst, you
> must get'cherself InTheOut. Having done that, you must remain InTheOut
> until your hooman has a furry important place to go and wants you to be
> InTheIn furry quickly. Okay. Scene set. I have a deck in my Out. I can
> run under this deck furry quickly. My hoomans, porky liddle puffers
> that they are, cannot fit under this deck, besides which Mom has been
> herd to say, "ICK! Spyders!" So when they approach me InTheOut, and get
> within a paw or whisker of me, I act like I don't know they're there,
> then I runrunrun unnder the deck! [hee hee] They look under the deck an
> say, "Pauline, honey, c'mon out, sweetie!" PAH! Do they think I'm DAFT!
> They wander away, cashooally, as if they don't care that I'm still
> InTheOut. And I come outta under the deck, as if I don't notice that
> they're still lurkin'. They get close, I run under the deck, they get
> down on their squatty haunches an peer under the deck. Well. After
> three or four of these episodes, there ain't no more "honeys." And they
> get gudgud exercise. BEWARE: When they finally catch you, they will be
> a liddle bit irritated. My daddy fairly sqwashed my liddle self in a
> rather crushing grip when he finally cot me, almost as if he wisht he
> could strangle me, but knew that the naybors was watchin. Just keep an
> eye on the redness of face for a guide as to how many InTheOut's you
> can risk. Pauline, who tests the limits
Dere's jus won drawback to dis game. If yew gets too good at it, dey
dont let you in da Out no more. Dis has happened to me. I play da unner
da deck game too. I don't come alla way out I jus sticks my head out.
Last time me and my mommy played dis game she stuck her arm unner da
deck an GRABBED ME BY MY LAIG and pulled me out. Dats da last time we
played da InTheOut game.
Prissy (who dident luk fur red fayces)
Sharon Davis
>Dere's jus won drawback to dis game. If yew gets too good at it, dey
>dont let you in da Out no more. Dis has happened to me. I play da unner
>da deck game too. I don't come alla way out I jus sticks my head out.
>Last time me and my mommy played dis game she stuck her arm unner da
>deck an GRABBED ME BY MY LAIG and pulled me out. Dats da last time we
>played da InTheOut game.
>
>Prissy (who dident luk fur red fayces)
and Sabrina say tu tell the kitties don't fall fur that stik a open
can ob toona under the ege ob the dek and grab when yu come tu eet it
trik. yu hab tu be on yur toes fur this game. but don't wurry Prissy,
she will relent if yu stan by the door and cry and skratch and mayke a
big fuss and promise tu neber du it agin.
pippy, who never ever plays that game
Renee Babcock
D&PGubanc wrote:
>
> Bobbie has reminded me of a furry fun game y'all might try. InTheOut An
> Stayin' There. It gives you and your hooman GREAT exercise. Furrst, you
> must get'cherself InTheOut. Having done that, you must remain InTheOut
> until your hooman has a furry important place to go and wants you to be
> InTheIn furry quickly. Okay. Scene set. I have a deck in my Out. I can
> run under this deck furry quickly. My hoomans, porky liddle puffers
> that they are, cannot fit under this deck, besides which Mom has been
> herd to say, "ICK! Spyders!" So when they approach me InTheOut, and get
> within a paw or whisker of me, I act like I don't know they're there,
> then I runrunrun unnder the deck! [hee hee] They look under the deck an
> say, "Pauline, honey, c'mon out, sweetie!" PAH! Do they think I'm DAFT!
> They wander away, cashooally, as if they don't care that I'm still
> InTheOut. And I come outta under the deck, as if I don't notice that
> they're still lurkin'. They get close, I run under the deck, they get
> down on their squatty haunches an peer under the deck. Well. After
> three or four of these episodes, there ain't no more "honeys." And they
> get gudgud exercise. BEWARE: When they finally catch you, they will be
> a liddle bit irritated. My daddy fairly sqwashed my liddle self in a
> rather crushing grip when he finally cot me, almost as if he wisht he
> could strangle me, but knew that the naybors was watchin. Just keep an
> eye on the redness of face for a guide as to how many InTheOut's you
> can risk. Pauline, who tests the limits
Hey Pauline, Ize played dis game LOTS! I nefer it had an akshual name
an all! Kewl! Yur rite bout testin limits, do, cuz my mommy seems to
haf pretty low limits. But dere's a fountain outside our partment,
wif a bench dat goes round da fountain. At one side of da bench,
dere's a space open to run unnerneef da bench. Dat's my fafrit place
to go when mommy duzn like me to be InnaOut. But sumtimes I come out
an go InnaIn fur fud.
Sam. who knows what his priorities are
D&PGubanc
>Hey Pauline, Ize played dis game LOTS! I nefer it had an akshual name
>an all! Kewl! Yur rite bout testin limits, do, cuz my mommy seems to
>haf pretty low limits. But dere's a fountain outside our partment,
>wif a bench dat goes round da fountain. At one side of da bench,
>dere's a space open to run unnerneef da bench. Dat's my fafrit place
>to go when mommy duzn like me to be InnaOut. But sumtimes I come out
>an go InnaIn fur fud.
>
>Sam. who knows what his priorities are
Kewl, Sam! Uh, you neffur get wet, do you? Ick on THAT! Dad squirted me
with the hose once UNNER THE DECK CAN YOU BELIEVE when I wouldn't come
to him. I made that sucka misssssserable, though, cuz then I ran behind
the shed and aalllll over and was wet and he was guilty. ;-3 And I'm
glad you have your priorities in order. Fud is Noomero Oooono! Right?
Pauline
The Rankin Kittiez
guba...@ix.netcom.com(D&PGubanc) wrote:
>Bobbie has reminded me of a furry fun game y'all might try. InTheOut An
>Stayin' There. It gives you and your hooman GREAT exercise. Furrst, you
>must get'cherself InTheOut. Having done that, you must remain InTheOut
(snippity-snip)
>get gudgud exercise. BEWARE: When they finally catch you, they will be
>a liddle bit irritated. My daddy fairly sqwashed my liddle self in a
>rather crushing grip when he finally cot me, almost as if he wisht he
>could strangle me, but knew that the naybors was watchin. Just keep an
>eye on the redness of face for a guide as to how many InTheOut's you
>can risk. Pauline, who tests the limits
Why iz Mommy laffin' so hard at dis serius game?
We kan hardly wait to try it. We don't have no deck, so we'll
hafta run into da raspberry bushes 'stead. Our porky hoominz
must be 'fraid dey mite pop like a balloon if dey git poked
by a thorn, bekause dey don't efur follow me into dose bushez.
Pauline, I knowz what yew mean 'bout havin' yer Daddy git
kinda ruff! One time mine daddy musta thought he waz
playin' football or sumfing when he waz after me. He
landed "ooof" rite on me an' almost made me a kitty pancake.
I wish we hadda deck. Dat sounds like a place made just fur
kittiez. Yew iz furry lucky!
Bobbie
pouncer
D&PGubanc wrote:
>
> Bobbie has reminded me of a furry fun game y'all might try. InTheOut An
> Stayin' There. It gives you and your hooman GREAT exercise. Furrst, you
> must get'cherself InTheOut. Having done that, you must remain InTheOut
> InTheIn furry quickly. Okay. Scene set. I have a deck in my Out. I can
> run under this deck furry quickly. My hoomans, porky liddle puffers
> that they are, cannot fit under this deck, besides which Mom has been
> herd to say, "ICK! Spyders!" So when they approach me InTheOut, and get
> within a paw or whisker of me, I act like I don't know they're there,
> then I runrunrun unnder the deck! [hee hee] They look under the deck an
> say, "Pauline, honey, c'mon out, sweetie!" PAH! Do they think I'm DAFT!
> They wander away, cashooally, as if they don't care that I'm still
> InTheOut. And I come outta under the deck, as if I don't notice that
> they're still lurkin'. They get close, I run under the deck, they get
> down on their squatty haunches an peer under the deck. Well. After
> three or four of these episodes, there ain't no more "honeys." And they
> a liddle bit irritated. My daddy fairly sqwashed my liddle self in a
> rather crushing grip when he finally cot me, almost as if he wisht he
> could strangle me, but knew that the naybors was watchin. Just keep an
> eye on the redness of face for a guide as to how many InTheOut's you
> can risk. Pauline, who tests the limits
Iz uzeded tu playz diz game an wud jumpz offer da fenze an runrun inna
woodz soz meowmie cudn' catch myownselfz. Meowie gitted tired ob diz
game reel fas. Da nex tyme Iz didit, shez climed offer da fenze abter me
an folowed me. Iz hadtu stopz an uze da groun litter box an rite inna
miffel ob doin min thin, whot shez du? Shez graffed me an broughhhht
myownselfz bac tu da houze. Neffer efen gibbed me a chanz tu finis.
Mrs. Wiggles
Pees Ess- FANGU MEOWMIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Renee Babcock
pouncer wrote:
> Iz uzeded tu playz diz game an wud jumpz offer da fenze an runrun inna
> woodz soz meowmie cudn' catch myownselfz. Meowie gitted tired ob diz
> game reel fas. Da nex tyme Iz didit, shez climed offer da fenze abter me
> an folowed me. Iz hadtu stopz an uze da groun litter box an rite inna
> miffel ob doin min thin, whot shez du? Shez graffed me an broughhhht
> myownselfz bac tu da houze. Neffer efen gibbed me a chanz tu finis.
> Mrs. Wiggles
> Pees Ess- FANGU MEOWMIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-------------
Ewww, Mrs. Wiggles, wut cud yur mommy haf bin finking? Sumtimes hoomins
nefer seese to amaze me! It's obfeeus all yu wanted wuz a liddle strech
of wuds fur yur litter box, an sum privacy! When she grabbed yu, did yu
do yur fing on yur mommy? I bet dat wudda tot her a lesson!
Sam, whose mommy at least lets him finish first
Renee Babcock
No I don git wet, but dat's not rilly a prollem fur me. Fur eggsample,
last nite, mommy wuz washin her face an gettin reddy to go to bed, an
she wuz drippin wadder an soap frum her face, but I jes jumped up onna
sink an gaf her a headbut! An den she dryed off her face, put on 50
million billion creams an loshuns, so she can go round an tell alla male
hoomins she's 27, wen she's rilly *much* older den dat (psst, kitties,
she's gonna be *34*!!!! next monf, can yu beleef, dat's anshunt!), an
aftur dat, she picked me up (and by dis point, my head was soaking wet)
and smurgled me. She sed she felt bad she'd bin ignorn me. But it wuz
ok, cuz her daddy wuz bein meen to her onna fone last nite, yellin at
her, an makin her feel her life is worfless, cuz she won do wut he wants
her to do wif her life, so I jes wanted to make her feel bedder. Dat's
also why I didn play da game last nite wif her.
Sam, proud mentor of Samson, and a wadder lover
pouncer
Sam, Iz waz so sirprizeded tu seez diz ole ladi climin an chaszin abter
me, dat Iz furgitted whot Iz waz posed tu don tu herz. Iz thin
herownselfz waz siprizeded dat I wud putted on my brakz an sqwat, Iz
awaz runrun fasest whenz I gitz da chanc. Butz, Iz did showed my big
eeyez tu her an hisspited whenz wez gitted home.
Mrs. Wiggles (haffy tu hab memfered somfin)
D&PGubanc
>Dere's jus won drawback to dis game. If yew gets too good at it, dey
>dont let you in da Out no more. Dis has happened to me. I play da
unner
>da deck game too. I don't come alla way out I jus sticks my head out.
>Last time me and my mommy played dis game she stuck her arm unner da
>deck an GRABBED ME BY MY LAIG and pulled me out. Dats da last time we
>played da InTheOut game.
>
>Prissy (who dident luk fur red fayces)
Whew! Prissy, that's furry horrible. [By the way, you DO remember the
time my dad pulled me outta the tree by my TAYL don't you?!
Horrrrrrible hoomiliation] Anyhow, Prissy, this is why Gawd, in her
infinite wizdom, has given us TEEF an CLAWZ. Sink a coupla a yer
pointiest objects inta that hand. Just as a reminder of who's boss.
Pauline, watchin' from a safe distance to see if Prissy gets away wif
it
pouncer
D&PGubanc wrote:
>
> >Sam, Iz waz so sirprizeded tu seez diz ole ladi climin an chaszin
> abter
> >me, dat Iz furgitted whot Iz waz posed tu don tu herz. Iz thin
> >herownselfz waz siprizeded dat I wud putted on my brakz an sqwat, Iz
> >awaz runrun fasest whenz I gitz da chanc. Butz, Iz did showed my big
> >eeyez tu her an hisspited whenz wez gitted home.
> >Mrs. Wiggles (haffy tu hab memfered somfin)
>
> wouldn't allow you to finish yer business in purrivacy. Like Sam, I
> feel that you have been furry badly treated. Pauline
Fangu Pauline, Iz thinkz soz tu. Datz howz som hoomins iz. Meowmie seyz
rulez r rulez an iffen Iz donz wantu go tu da TED for tubi thinz up
myownselfz (pardun me) hinnei, Iz beffer lernz tu stay in da inz.
Mrs. Wiggles
Melanie Moore
In article <5n91l2$1...@dfw-ixnews3.ix.netcom.com>,
guba...@ix.netcom.com(D&PGubanc) wrote:
Um....what's wrong wif Hills W/D?
Maxwell and Dexter, thuh skinny ones
D&PGubanc
D&PGubanc
>Why iz Mommy laffin' so hard at dis serius game?
>We kan hardly wait to try it. We don't have no deck, so we'll
>hafta run into da raspberry bushes 'stead. Our porky hoominz
>must be 'fraid dey mite pop like a balloon if dey git poked
>by a thorn, bekause dey don't efur follow me into dose bushez.
Pauline, I knowz what yew mean 'bout havin' yer Daddy git
>kinda ruff! One time mine daddy musta thought he waz
>playin' football or sumfing when he waz after me. He
>landed "ooof" rite on me an' almost made me a kitty pancake.
I wish we hadda deck. Dat sounds like a place made just fur
>kittiez. Yew iz furry lucky!
Bobbie
Bobbie, yer mommie is no doubt laffin lik my mom laffs when she reads
of YORE furry serious encounters with evuls of all kinds. Must be a
hooman problem. Anhow. YOU HAVE RASPBERRY BUSHES!!!?? We do too! We
nefur thought of runnin into them. Mom brot them back from West
Virginity, an they're full of thorns. Maybe I can play Burst-A-Hooman.
hee hee. Yore daddy must have been furry glad you threw yore poor
liddle body under his to break his fall, huh? Pauline
mol...@accessone.com
hmph... da Hills stuff ain't fit for kitty konsu...consumt.. um, it
isn't fit for a kitty to eat!! They tried to feed me that stuff, I
didn't eat a bite for TWO whole dayz!!!!! We got halfway thru da
third day and I still wasn't eatin that stuff any mamma caved in and
let me have mine own fud back! I just duzn't get as much as I used to
is all...... hmph.
Bert, VC, Proud Secretary of the TCC
Da cat what am! I enjoy being a gurl!
Melanie Moore
Den we must be talkin bout diffrunt stuff cause, when mom started givin
thuh W/D stuff to Callie, neiffur of us wud eat thuh yucky Maintenance
stuff anymore even though she tried to make us. We *LOVE* W/D. Weze
sorry yoo don't like it though. Itz impurrtant to haff fud yoo like.
Weze glad yoo won an got yur gud stuff back (just like we won an get to
eat W/D wif canned fud on thuh side to keep us from gettin' skinny - or
skinnier). Sssshhhh. Don't tell mom, but dis is thuh real reason why we
insist on W/D.
Maxwell and Dexter
Kate Ashley
D&PGubanc wrote:
>
> Um....what's wrong wif Hills W/D?
> >
> >Maxwell and Dexter, thuh skinny ones
>
> wif no flavor an no color. Kinda like eatin stonez, but without any of
> that nice stone texchoor. That's W/D. TED tried to tell mom that we all
> needed W/D.
Mom tried it,
Sew did she like it?
an we kept diggin it outta da bowl, lookin
> fur the reaaallll fud. We rolled them liddle evul pellets alllll over
> the floor, searchin fur the reaaalll fud. Finally, Mom kompromised an
> got the Light food. I guess she was tired a pickin W/D pellets outta
> her feet furst thing efurry morning. Pauline, Mike, an Charlie
--
"If you have men who will exclude any of God's creatures from the
shelter of
compassion and pity, you will have men who will deal likewise with
their fellow men..."
St. Francis of Assisi
"The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the
way its animals
are treated."
Mahatma Gandhi
D&PGubanc
>Fangu Pauline, Iz thinkz soz tu. Datz howz som hoomins iz. Meowmie
seyz
>rulez r rulez an iffen Iz donz wantu go tu da TED for tubi thinz up
>myownselfz (pardun me) hinnei, Iz beffer lernz tu stay in da inz.
>Mrs. Wiggles
Mrs. Wiggles, you have proved what we have always suspected. TED visits
are torchers, not "for your own good, sweetiepie," like the smarmy
hoomans try to tell us. NOOOOOOO. TED visits, tubi thingz'n'all, are
TORCHER!! Gettin' even TORCHER!!! Oh, Mrs. Wiggles. Now it'z all clear.
Pauline
D&PGubanc
Um....what's wrong wif Hills W/D?
>
>Maxwell and Dexter, thuh skinny ones
Well...lessee how to describe it. Okay! Picture eatin crunchy things
wif no flavor an no color. Kinda like eatin stonez, but without any of
that nice stone texchoor. That's W/D. TED tried to tell mom that we all
needed W/D. Mom tried it, an we kept diggin it outta da bowl, lookin
D&PGubanc
>>Um....what's wrong wif Hills W/D?
>Maxwell and Dexter, thuh skinny ones
>
>
>isn't fit for a kitty to eat!! They tried to feed me that stuff, I
>didn't eat a bite for TWO whole dayz!!!!! We got halfway thru da
>third day and I still wasn't eatin that stuff any mamma caved in and
>let me have mine own fud back! I just duzn't get as much as I used to
>is all...... hmph.
Bert, VC, Proud Secretary of the TCC
>Da cat what am! I enjoy being a gurl!
Precisely! Fangu, Bert. Pauline, Mike, an Charlie
Melanie Moore
In article <5nfms4$5...@dfw-ixnews12.ix.netcom.com>,
guba...@ix.netcom.com(D&PGubanc) wrote:
> Um....what's wrong wif Hills W/D?
> >
> >Maxwell and Dexter, thuh skinny ones
>
> Well...lessee how to describe it. Okay! Picture eatin crunchy things
> wif no flavor an no color. Kinda like eatin stonez, but without any of
> that nice stone texchoor. That's W/D. TED tried to tell mom that we all
> needed W/D. Mom tried it, an we kept diggin it outta da bowl, lookin
> fur the reaaallll fud. We rolled them liddle evul pellets alllll over
> the floor, searchin fur the reaaalll fud. Finally, Mom kompromised an
> got the Light food. I guess she was tired a pickin W/D pellets outta
> her feet furst thing efurry morning. Pauline, Mike, an Charlie
But...but...we LIKE it!
Maxwell and Dexter
Jaeger n Ebony n Sheba
No, that food is really terrible. The worst thing about it is that the
vacuumonsta has to get out every day to eat up what gets thrown on the
floor. I don't know how vacuumonstas can eat that stuff.
Ebony
Melanie Moore
In article <33a5143...@news.pacific.net.sg>, jae...@pacific.net.sg
But WHY wud yoo feed such gudgud stuff to thuh growlmonster?????? Thuh
growlmonster's probly laffin at yoo fur givin it such gud fud. We love
that stuff! It's bedderer than the other nasty higher cal stuff mom kept
tryin to force on us.
Dexter and Maxwell
D&PGubanc
>But WHY wud yoo feed such gudgud stuff to thuh growlmonster??????
Thuh
>growlmonster's probly laffin at yoo fur givin it such gud fud. We
love
>that stuff! It's bedderer than the other nasty higher cal stuff mom
kept
>tryin to force on us.
>
>Dexter and Maxwell
You guyz LIKE W/D?!!! [Gulp!] Well, to each fur own, I guess. [ptui!
ptui!] We like the light stuff okay, but that W/D was just tootootoo
grimmm! Mike, Charlie, and Porkl....er Pauline
Melanie Moore
In article <5obudh$n...@dfw-ixnews11.ix.netcom.com>,
guba...@ix.netcom.com(D&PGubanc) wrote:
Well, yes, ackchewally, we LOVE W/D! Thuh light stuff is gud too. But
W/D is bedder.
Maxwell and Dexter
Thuh stuff is bedder than nuffing at all, but just barely.
Callie, the cat for whom the food is served.