Posts Tagged "my speshul frend Daisy"
Sumtimes I dreem of my speshul frend Daisy win I nap. My big bruther Mao duzn’t like bein’ Daisy’s stand-in. He sez “Git yer pie-hole outta my booty!” I don’t like it win he talks meen to me like...Read More
As yoo all know, I am the lukkiest cat on erth cuz my speshul frend is Daisy the Curly Cat hoo is not only the most byootifullest and best drest and smartest and most popyuler cat on the innernets, but she also gits me good prezints. Fur Krissmiss, Daisy sent me a pawsome collection of stuft toys, and one of them wuz a gitarr. So I put on sum hare and my blak lether jakket and I’m gonna...Read More
My speshul frend Daisy got rusht to the v-e-t this morning cuz one of her pyoopils was dilated and the other was way tiny. I am vary werried and nerviss and hope evrything will tern out ok. Pleeze sends lots of purrs and purrayers her way. Thank...Read More
This is WAY WERSE than Matsui eeting Rocky the Sqwerl. I have just diskuverd thare is a THEEF livin in this howse with me, and I won’t rest until I find out hoo it is. Yoo see, my speshul frend Daisy gave me some skrumshus duk harts for Valentine’s Day. But they disappeerd frum thare hidey place. Then today, win I was sleepin in Tripper’s bed (I do that win he’s owtside...Read More
Sunday was a wunderful day cuz me and my speshul frend Daisy got to be in a wedding. No, not owr wedding, but the wedding of my best frend Skittles and Sly. I was made of honor, and Daisy was a bridesmade. It was a luvly garden wedding and the bride was raydiunt. I coodn’t stop krying, I got so emo over the hole thing. Pleeze drop by the wedding blog to leeve yer well wishes! Concats,...Read More