Singing Lessons

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Cherry! Go away!

No faire no faire stinky ugly friskee

Go AWAY! FRIEND!

No no no, frend. want to type.

Thank you, Friend. Oop. Excuse me a moment, people. I gotta use the litterbox. 

To be continued...

Cherry, dear, please go ahead and type.

C*H*E*R*R*Y 

GO AWAY! Shoo. Mama, a little privacy? Okay. Here's the REAL post. 

Talula and Smudge went to the living room while Friend was having her piano lessons and started to grope around. They actually fell into the piano! Well, Talula did. I was there too, but I fell asleep on the big armchair. Smudge started to yowl. "Shut it," Friend hissed. I climbed the piano and found Talula in the place where the big strings are. I pulled her out and she told me that Smudge had pushed her. Well, Miss Smudge Van Musical just sat there and pawed around. I dragged her away for her feeding. Tally, please don't climb those drapes. Just a minute.

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Smudge! Don't you dare!

sorry mommy.

That's okay, dear, just don't do it again. You can do it when you're old enough. At least you have a sense of spelling. That goes for you too, Talula, and PLEASE stop climbing the drapes, sweetie! 

Midnight Mischievousness

It's actually a little past midnight while this post is being written! Right now, Talula got hungry and started meowing in the middle of the night. Friend and everyone else got up. Friend's mother FTS came up and with Mama. I have to let Cherry Pie, Mama's last remaining kitten write.
Hi i'm cherry cherrycherrycherrycherryvherrycherrycherrycherry i like ritng. 
Cherry! Stop it!
Friskins! Let your sister have a turn! 
Argh! But Maaaahm! She doesn't even TYPE properly!
No. Cherry, dear, have a turn.
Cherry pye. my naime is cherry pie. i like milck. i wanna plaiy. 
Enough! You type like you're dyslexic.
Friskins! Do I have to remind you to share nicely with your sister!
Grrrr.
hahahahahaha i get 2 type. i dont like friskee.
Why you little-
Cherry, dear, you type to your heart's content.
cherry cherry c;'khydgfhiidbnskhikqhugehwfe;l
She's ruining my keyboard. Help! Friend! Get her off! This is MY blog! Waaaah! I want my turn to last the longest!
Shush, Friskins. You have to learn to share your things nicely like my little Cherry snookums does.
Eww. Why do have to call her those disgusting names?
 Shush. Cherry, go ahead, sweetie.
C*H*E*R*R*Y M*A*M*A F*R*E*N*D 
Gag, gag, retch.
She's only a kitten, Friskins Diva Junior!
Cherry Pie is ruining my blog!People, if you would please write "FRISKY RULES" in the comments, maybe Cherry will stop writing!
my naime is cherry i am a cute kitten friskee is ugly ugly ugly.
Oh, you are SO in for it now, you little hairball!
Leave your sister alone! Friskins! Stop chasing her! Cherry! Come to Mama! Come here!
Huff puff. Ya little brat.
Cherry, it's about time you went to bed. You too, Friskins. Good night, my little cuddles. Good night, Friskins.
Huh. At least Talula and Smudge don't touch my keyboard. Tally, Smudgie, come here, and stop climbing the drapes. Bed time.

Busy, Busy, Busy!

Hi, everyone! I know you've all been wondering how the kittens look like, so I took the liberty of posting a picture from the iPad today. It took us such a long time to figure out how to send this to the computer as our Blogger app was not working. This is only of Talula. Sorry. 

Anyway,  we've had three kittens die. Mano's. Everyone was depressed for a while. 3 days. Smudge and Talula were very confused because usually they get picked up and snuggled by someone at some point, but that time, everyone was too sad. Smudge is getting very feisty, and she snuck up behind Friend's chair while she read a book and climbed up like a stealth ninja. She was climbing from a leg, and then she hung on to Friend's sock. "Ah!" Friend yelped. "Spider!" Friend wiggled her leg, then she plucked a very dizzy Smudge off her sock. "Frisky, can't you CONTROL her for once?!" she demanded, setting Smudge down. Talula started to climb up a leg too, but Friend plucked her down. "Well, SOR-ry, I can't help it if I was taking a nap!" I snapped, but it just came back as "Meow, MEOW meow, meow!"
I think Talula and Smudge deserve their own blogs sooner or later. Keep your eyes peeled, fans.
Smudge! Why you little- you get down from there right this instant, do you hear me?!
Excuse me, folks, but Smudge is climbing the drapes again.

To Bat, or Not to Bat. That is the Question.

Okay, good news, bad news. Good news, my babies, Talula (who is her grandmother's exact replica) and Smudgie have fur now, and I heard Friend say a new word : Nimrod.  She was aiming it at that old buffoon, Chester, aka big baby, aka suck up, aka stinky breath. I think it suits him fine.
Bad news, the dogs keep coming near me, so  I only keep Tally (Talula's nickname. Thank you,  Friend)  and Smudgie in three parts of the house, the living room, the study, and Friend's bedroom,  where the dogs are now off limits. Oh yeah, and poor old Toffee's eye literally popped out.  Yuck! Thank goodness me and Friend were in her bedroom sleeping in when it happened.  I was on Friend's back, which she doesn't like, but she likes it when I sit on her feet or lounge on her tummy, blinking softly while purring. This is a good trick if she can't sleep. You see, the dogs sleep outside at night, and us kitties sleep inside. I, of course, sleep in Friend's bedroom. 
Excuse me, folks, but I gotta remind the maid to clean out my litter box as I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY NEED TO GO!
A few minutes later...
Okay, maybe that's enough for today. Bye, everyone.

Ouch

I am SO mad at that ginger tom named Gobbler! He's the same one that attacked me when I was a little kitten. He has given me a nasty limp! He chased me up a tree and cornered me so I fell.  Friend heard me and snatched Gobbler away. She knocked at his owner's door with her foot, holding him at arm's  length "Your cat Gobbler has just been in a fight with Frisky. Keep him away from our yard, or I will release dogs on him, thank you very much," Friend said, in a tone slightly harsher than her own. "Oh, Gobbler,  you bad boy! What am I going to do with you?"said his owner, a thin boy of 14. I quite like him.  Friend stomped indoors with me. She put me on a cushion with a towel. Her mother came into the room and asked what all the fuss was about.  "That old Gobbler was at it again,  Mom," Her mother got the icky Piodine and smeared it all over my leg. I had a little nap and meowed noisily for milk. Friend was a bit grouchy because she had been in her comfy position.  I got waited on hand and foot, and Friend put my babies next to me. Mama has to deal with her babies herself, while Friend helps me with mine.
Hey, people, can you help me name my babies? Just give in names for kittens, 3 for boys, 3 for girls. Thank you!

Unknown Birth

Once again,  I Frisky have given birth.  This morning really.  I am a mother of 3 hairless, squirming babies. This is what happened:
I was snuggled up in  Friend's lap, and she was stroking me when I let out a mighty yowl. I jumped away from her lap,and scrambled for the kitchen. There,  Friend's mother was making a cherry pie." MYOW! " I yelled to get her attention.  "Oh! Frisky,  what's the matter?" She asked.
"Rowr Mow Miao!" She got the message.  I was propped up on pillows when I was taken to the attic. I pushed a bit,  this time without Mama's help. Pop! Out came a baby! Ooh, not again! Pop! Another.  Pop. And another.  Whew! I'm all done.  Friend is a little bit annoyed with the fact that I have taken my babies under the old fridge in the attic so she can't take pictures.  But really it's because of the dogs.

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New Homes for My Babies

We found new homes for my babies! They seemed happy, so did I, but my owner was a bit sad. First, Honey Bunny was picked by a couple whose dog just died. How sad! But they were very nice, and the wife petted me and called me a Darling Little Creature. 

My next baby,Picky Picky , was picked by a granny for her grandson. She called Cupcake a Sweet Little Muffin. 

Another baby, Sugarplum, was picked by a family of 4, with a mommy, a daddy, a little girl of 4, and a baby. The girl, Lily, played around with me and the others. She gave me a relaxing rub on the head. I like her.

Moo was adopted by a French couple with a baby and puppy. Thank goodness the puppy was friendly!