I Am Not Preggent No More!

“The nother day when my daddy got home I got the sprise.

I heered somethin in my truk say "cryyy cryyy cryyy". I sayed "what is that soun?" And my daddy sayed "it is yer leetle baybe"!!
o-8=

Ther was a box in the truk and my leetle baybe was in the box! My daddy taked out the box and put it in the hous and opened the box and I seen my baybe!

He is a leetle bitty boy baybe! He is REEL LEETLE like a rat! He is perty cullers like lite gray and dark gray and regler gray and white and blak.

I sayed "wher did my leetle baybe come from?" And my daddy sayed "Member when we was comin home from grandaddys and Miss Marys?" And I sayed "Yes, I member when we was comin home from grandaddys and Miss Marys." And my daddy sayed that when I taked a nap when we was comin home from grandaddys and Miss Marys that my leetle baybe cralled out of my belly and falled out my butt hiney hole! and I did not kno cuz I was takin a nap.

Anyways, he is REEEEL CUTE and he has leetle eers and a leetle tale and leetle pointy toe nales and feenger nales and leetle bitty SHARP teef!

He eats reel good and dreenks watter reel good. He cryed ALL NITE tho. All nitehe sayed "cryyyy cryyyy cryyyyyyyy"! Me and my daddy did not sleep much. If he cry cry crys agin like that I will put him in the doption! BOL!

It will be a fun time to teech him how to get rats and make a tent and make a fire and ever thing.

I wanted to have a leetle girl puppy, but a leetle boy kittykitty is good to. I am jus happy that he is helfy and has all eleventy feengers and toes.”

“eww! sarasmell had a kitty!”

“Sarabelle, congratulations! Does the new leetle baby have a name yet? Maybee you could post a picture of him one day.”

“Does Skinny Kenny like your new baby?”

“I do not kno a name yet.”

“Skinny Kenny does not live here no more. My daddy sayed that he went to live on a farm way way off and he got good rats to get and a good cow hous to sleep in and is reeel happy.”

“I had a kitty named Spam, a kitty named Figby, a kitty named Stella, and a kitty named Bottom. Bottom is the kitty that I still have.”

“How did a dog have a cat?”

“Stinky Bottom!
BOL!”

“Catdog!”

“maybe we should have a contest to name belle's baby.”

“let's name it "Catdog"!”

“I have 10 leetle kittykitty furends for you:
Teddy Bear
Gray
Blaze
Puffy Puff Daddy (but a leetle gurl)
B.B.
and Striper.
They r allz here for tooth months.

And also
Orange one
Buffy
Blacktoe Jr.
and Pigpen or Mudpuddle or ??? (momma cain't deside on name, but leetle kittykitty is light with tan mud spotz and an of-to a side target on her forhid)

We wood lick youz to see uz some day. cryyyy cryyy cryyyy mewww!”

“Violin, wait a minute! Is that cat giving us the finger, lol?”

“I like the name Jim for a cat.”

“"He's dead, Jim."

I'm sorry! I couldn't resist!

:oD”

“Eeeek! Sunshine! No more TV for you!”

“lizs you have TEN cats? Are you the crazy cat lady on your street? :^)

Name him BooHoo Kitty Sarabelle.”

“name him Stinky. Or as a variation, Stinky Butt.”

“name him "Cooter"”

“Yeah Right, skinny kenny went to the 'farm'. That's what my dad said after he shot the dog.

"We brought the dog to the 'farm'".”

“Name him God, dog spelled backwards!”

“I probably won't name him at all.

He showed up at the shop Monday, and I took him home. He's probably not old enough to be weaned, so I'm trying to get him fattened-up and ready for the market. I'll take him to a nearby shopping center soon and give him away.

In the meantime, mebbe I'll call him...
lessee...
ummmm...

Kitty?”

“Just call him "Dog" it was good enough for John Waynes dog...”

“I wanted to get ever buddy dated up on how Baybe is doin.

He is doin fine. He is the SMART baybe, and I am the happy prowd mama! He is bigger now, but he is still reel leetle. He eats kittykitty food that is meet and does not bite my teats cuz he awreddy eats meet and I do not got no milk in my teats any ways. He does not cry cry cry all the time no more neither cept when he wants to eat and that is ALL THE TIME! But when we give him food he gets all happy and wants to ressel after he eats all his supper. Some times he does not eat all of his supper so I hafta eat the rest cuz I am the good mama.

I do a lot of sponsibilitys for bein a mama. I hafta smell his butt and give him licks and some times he will fall down cuz I lick good. When he was first borned I did not like him walkin on my foot cuz he has SHARP POINTY toes and it hert my foot - OH THE PAAANE! But now it is ok and he can walk aroun on my hed and my belly when I am layin down.

He can run and hop reel good so I think he will be the good rat getter. He is awreddy the good tale getter cuz he can get my tale reel good when I wiggel it.

Kno what? He awreddy uses the doodoo box reel good. He doodood in the doodoo box rite when he was borned. His doodoos look like leetle black cattypiller werms but I DO NOT eat his doodoos cuz that wold be insist.

He likes to go out side and walk aroun on the grass and he gets reel silly and hops aroun like a crazy leetle rat. He can not stay outside at the day time with me cuz I do dangers things so he has to stay in the hous til my daddy gets home in the truk then we all go in the hous til we all go out side and play.

He is the good baybe.”

“Thanks for the update, pretty sarabelle.

BTW, I got my pretty keksi girl her own pakpak this past weekend. It is a Granite Gear and it is red, the same color as your pakpak, but lots smaller I bet because keksi is not so big, so her pakpak needs to be small, too. But big enough to hold her yummies and her frisbee and a few other little things.”

“whoa. reality fades. blends with... oh, i cannot take it.....”

“I tain't nevah been preggent no mo!”

“My pakpak is not red it is blak and gray.”

“sarabelle, I thought I saw a photo of you with a red pakpak; my mistake, sorry pretty sarabelle.”

“a-hem.

*colorblind*

yo!”

“um, pekka, dogs don't see in color.

By the way, when are we gonna see a pic of keski?”

“Dogs can distinguish some colors. Three scientists at the University of California at Santa Barbara adopted the traditional strategy of trying to tempt the dogs with food. They showed the dogs three screens lit up from behind with colored lights--two of one color, the third of a different color. The mutts got the pellet if they poked the odd-colored screen with their noses.

The dogs had no difficulty distinguishing colors at the opposite ends of the visible spectrum, such as red and blue, and they proved to be demons with blues in general, quickly learning to differentiate blue from violet. But they bombed at other colors, confusing greenish-yellow, orange, and red.

The researchers concluded that dogs suffer from a type of colorblindness that in humans is called deuteranopia. Normal humans have three types of color receptors for red, green, and blue. Deuteranopes lack the green receptor, and thus (apparently) can't tell a lemon from a lime--or, for that matter, a red traffic light from a green one. One more reason to put your foot down next time the Sarabelle says she wants to drive.”

“YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK!”

“Okay, I fell for that one. Not the first time I've been tricked by a dog.

I'll get a pic of Keksi soon, once I get her used to the idea of a pakpak, so she can be resplendent in her pint-sized gear. Reino's taking the kids, er dogs, into the groomer Saturday for the works.”

“Well, gess what?
We gave Cry Baybe to the doption today.
I was the good mama and teeched him reel good and then he was reddy for the doption so we taked him to the place wher my daddy bys suppers and beers and the nother things and a happy nice lady sayed "Oh... ain't he cute!" and she taked Cry Baybe in her truk and went home.

So now it is jus me and my daddy agin.

I think I will ressel Rufus agin so I can get preggent and maybe have a puppy girl the next time.

/o:3”

“Maybe he'll lick your cooter again.”