Uh Oh

MILES

I fink Mommy is trying to kill me. Last night, she:
1. Satted on me
B. Stepped on me
3. Layed on me

Oh, shur, after she satted on me and stepped on me, she gave me a little ham, but I don't know. She was going to sit down on the couch and I wanted to sit there too, so I jumped up when she was sitting down. Then when she wented to get whatever it was that she was cooking that smelled so good, I ran to the kitchen wif her and sat behind her real quiet, like a good boy, and she stepped on my paw. After that she layed down on me in the bed. Then this morning - she stepped on me again. She said somefing about me being under her feet, but I was doing my best to be cute and winding around her while she was going down the stairs. And she stepped on my tail.

Grampa Norton and Gramma Trixie say that she's just a big clumsy oaf, but Sammy says she's trying to kill me. Who should I believe? What do you all fink?

SAMMY

I so totally did NOT FALL off the balcony upstairs. I was prakticing the dismount for my Catolympics floor routine. Yeah, that's it.

Why can't she just buy banilla?

MILES
I was all 'acited. I gotted a piece of ham for a snack while Mommy was cooking dinner. Then sniffed at a piece of chick-hen that she hadded for dinner, but I didn't eat it, 'acause she said that there would be ice cream later. I was sooooooo 'acited that I stuck my head in her bowl when she sat on the couch.
Know what's really yucky?

Banana ice cream.

MOM!!!!! That was a mean trick. I might have to praktice jumping to the ceiling extra long tonight.

Why couldn't I stay mad?

SAMMY
Mommy went away for 2 nights - she had a sitter for us, but we were mad when she gotted home yesterday. Grampa Norton and Gramma Trixie were hiding from her for a long long time 'afore they letted her pet them. Miles was mad for about 30 seconds, and then he was jumping all over her like a woofie. I tried to stay mad at her for a long long time. I didn't jump on the couch to get pets or anyfing. But, when she wented to bed, I could not help myself. I jumped up into my spot, and then i stayed there all night, and I didn't even wake her up in the middle of the night. I could not stay mad, and I should have been mad at her for leaving us for 2 nights. Even though the sitter was furry furry nice to us. I'm so ashamed.

It's MY spot

SAMMY

An open letter to my brofur Miles: Listen squirt, I have a spot in the bed reserved for snuggling wif Mommy at night - it's the best spot to lay so that, at the right time, I can lick her eyelid and wake her up to pet me. So, if you insist on laying in my spot, I am going to lay down on your face. Either deal wif it or get a new spot.

What fun we have!!

MILES

Know what's fun? Riding Sammy down the hall like he's a horse.

SAMMY

Know what else is fun? Pushing Miles off the big windowsill into the people's litterbox.

I'm sorry you were late for werk

SAMMY

Yes Mommy, I am going to be cute like this efurry morning so that I can get more belly scritches. You'll just haf to set the beepy thing to get you up earlier so you won't be late for work 'acause you're adoring me.

My friend Abby was not feeling well and hadded to go to the V-E-T yesterday. So, since I am getting better at teleporting, I'm going to go visit her and help her feel better.

HA HA HA

MILES
I gotted Mommy good this morning 'afore she wented to werk. She gave us our stinky goodness as usual, but I didn't want stinky goodness, 'acause I knowed that there was HAM in the cold box. So, I sniffed at my bowl and then went out and sat on the couch. Mommy came out and askded me what was wrong, 'acause I always eat my stinky goodness, so I gived her my bestest sad face and big eyes, and went to stand in front of the cold box. She opened it and I gived her my best yowl, and she askded me if I wanted ham, and I yowled again, so she got some out and cutted it up for me, and gived it to me. I wonder if I can do this efurry day?

The Dance is over

Like Derby's mom's Panthers, our Panthers losted in the "Big Dance" too. We are sad 'bout this, so this is for our Mom and Dad - we lookeded up the werds so that we would get them right:


Hail to Pitt Hail to Pitt Efurry Loyal Son
Hail to Pitt Hail to Pitt Till the victory is won
The Gold and Blue shall wave furever
On High through fair and stormy weather
We'll sing Her praises fur and wide until the end of time
Hooperay, hooperary for dear old U-N-I
Give her a grand old Alleghenee, genac, genac, genac
we'll wave and cheer for many a year
and sing her songs out loud and clear
for our Uni-ver-si-ty

Weird song. We wonder what kind of weird language Mom and Dad studied in that collage place.

Oh, and if THIS is what they consider a Panther, no wonder they losted.

Our Secret Paws package arrived!

Thank you Bonnie and Victor, and your Mom too. You guys are AWSOME. We hadded so much fun going through our secret paws package. You got us so much good stuff! Here are some pikshurs!


Miles: Come ON Mom! Let's open it up!!!



Bof of us trying to rip the nip bag open





This pikshur is also for Cowboy - us rasslin for the nip and feather balls





Gramma Trixie loves her new warm blankie





So does Grampa Norton!


Thank you all so much!!!! You are the BESTEST Secret Paws!

SAMMY

We're getting ready for the big party at Finny and Buddy's We're bringing our green afghan, ham, shrimp and nip for the niptini's or just to munch on and roll in. We are so 'acited to see efurryone.

She went hunting!

MILES

I was happy and smiling last night. Mommy got home late from werk - somefing about getting her claws done- and she had been hunting! And, she said that because it was our friend Buddah's birthday, we could have a speshul treat. So, I hadded ham AND shrimps! Sammy didn't want any so he had his speshul kitty crack. I shared my ham and shrimps with gramma Trixie, and grampa Norton hadded some donut in his bed, 'acause he was feeling poorly and did not want to get up. Then Mommy cuddled Sammy and I and we looked at Max 's book while Mommy read it. Then I laid down on the pillow and went to sleep all smiley. AND, I didn't rabbit kick Mommy under the covers last night.

MILES

Ok, so the "i'm so weak i'm dying" thing didn't work. I'm a baby and I'm cute, and I spent all night snuggling wif her, but do you think I get ANY treats? Oh shur, she's using some 'scuse like "Miles honey, I'm really sick, and it's snowing outside", but I'm not buying it. I say she's just too lazy to go to wherever it is she goes hunting for ham or shrimps.

MILES

HEY MOM!!!! Down here! I'm dying. I'm so weak that I cannot get up.

I need HAM.

My Happy Place

SAMMY

This is MY big windowsill in the purrsons litterbox room. See how big it is? See how happy I am when I'm up there? I have some issues wif this though - Mommy insists on putting that vase and anofer bowl with some "po-purr-ee" in the middle of the window sill so that I cannot roll around on it. How do I get through to her that it's MY window sill, and anyfing that is in my way will eifer be pushed to the side, or, if it's small enuf, into the purrsons litter box so that she has to fish it out? That's a lot of fun btw - she can move really really fast when I start batting her cell phone towards the edge of the window sill. Oh, and yes, Miles can fit up here too, and it's fun to wrestle and try and push him in the purrsons litterbox too.

How can they eat that?

MILES

Broccoli - (not Brach Lee). Gross. Please don't mix it in wif chicken anymore. I hadded to spend a gazillion hours licking different things to get the taste out of my mouf. The only good thing about it was that Mommy said my breaf really stunk at 2am when I decided to wake her up to tell her again how gross it was.

Hey, I have Rules too!

MILES

I have some rules too that cannot be broken.
1. I am going to stick my nose up your nostril or lick your eyelids at 2:14 am if I want to - I'm up, you should be too.
2. When you leave the room with the purrson's litterbox, please check the tub 'afore you close the door - I'm usually in there prakticing tub hockey.
3. If you are silly enuf to sit on the couch wif food, I am going to stand on your lap and try and lick it as you put it in your mouf. You are eifer going to haf to give me a bite, or eat somefing wif cat spit on it. It's your choice.
4. I am a Siamese Cat - we like being "up". The more "up" the better. Given that, I will use you as a launching pad at 4:43 am to try and reach my ultimate goal of standing on the ceiling. Also, if you put somefing on the walls that would let me stick and walk up the walls when I jump at them, I would 'preciate it. Then I would not haf to bofer you at 1:27am by screaming at the walls.

You are a good Mommy now, but following these rules will make you a much better mommy, and then I just might let you sleep.

The Rules

SAMMY

Mommy - you KNOW that there are certain rules that you must follow efurry morning when you get up for werk.
Rule #1 - when the 'larm goes off, I have to try and push the button to make it shut up, 'afore you are 'llowed to do it yourself. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Rule #2 - when you open the bafroom door, I has to jump on the purrsons litterbox to get onto the big windowsill - so the lid MUST be DOWN - NO EXCEPTIONS.
Rule #3 -When you are getting dressed, Miles and I bof has to chase your pants legs and your socks when you are putting them on. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Rule #4 - when you are going down the stairs, Miles and I bof has to play "fingers" wif you - and this includes putting the bite on a finger or two. NO EXCEPTIONS.
Rule #5 - when you give us our stinky goodness, Grampa Norton, Gramma Trixie and Miles has to pick which dish they want, and then you has to pick me up, kiss me, and put me in front of the last dish so that I can eat. It's a RULE, there are NO EXCEPTIONS.
This morning you missed Rules #2, and #5. I am wet and hungry. DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN

Our Daddy

SAMMY
Our Daddy works a long way from home. Sometimes we go and visit him and sometimes he comes here to see us. He came here to see us this weekend. We were sad he could not stay a long time to visit us, but we do love when he comes. Grampa Norton and Gramma Trixie were 'specially glad to see him - he has been their daddy for a long long time. I really think it made Grampa Norton really happy. He even got on and off the couch wifout falling! And daddy bringed him his favorite food - a donut, and he ate it ALL! Me and Miles liked his visit 'acause he played "fingers" wif us under the banister. That's our favorite game.

SAMMY
Mommy says thank you for all of your nice words. She is keeping a close eye on Norton. Of course, today he feels a little better and got up and down the stairs on his own wifout falling down, so, we just don't know. Miles and I are staying close to her, and to Trixie too. Miles gave her some speshul wiggling under the covers last night, and a rabbit kick to the back to let her know he loved her. I tipped a pillow over on her head while she was sleeping and then walked over her face, just to let her know I love her. I think she was happy about that.