Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Whin Katie tollz Bootsie ta looks fur Mom on Toosdayz Postie... dis da uther parts uf da storee!
Bootsie looks fur Mom...
"Mawmee! Readz a storee frum Slickfester Dude! Him tells Bedtime storeez!"
Okay Bootsie, I'll read you the first chapter, okay? Now be a good girl and don't roll around on the book.
Katie Too pouts, But Mawm, we iz writin a bloggie!! oh pooh...(Katie luks thotfull) Ohtay, kin we puts it on da bloggie den?
Yes, Katie... let's do that! Our Kitty Friends and their Beans might like the story, too! Slickfester Dude Tells Bedtime Stories is a really cute and humourous book written by Carol Duerksen and Slickfester Dude who live at WillowSpring Downs in Hillsboro, Kansas. Our copy is signed by Carol and Slickfester Dude himself! ISBN: 0964852578.
Note ***to buy dis signed by Carol Duerkson and Slickfester Dude!! Just goez here...To the Purple Kattery. Portion of dis sale will helps kitties in need***
Okay, Bootsie. Here is a story.... Where Reuben Goes.
...The night the stories started, I was lying in bed with my husband Maynard, not far from sleep. I felt the waterbed move softly, and Slickfester Dude, our black cat, three-legged his way across the covers toward me. Slick's right front leg had been permanently folded across his chest since before we found him, so everything he did was in a three-legged mode.
..."Hey, Slick, how're you doin', Dude" I greeted him.
...Slick Responded by sitting down squarely on my chest. Gazing at me with those big gold eyes, he reached out his good front paw toward me.
..."What?" I asked.
...I want to hold hands." Slick said.
..."You want to hold hands."
..."Yes, I would like to hold hands. It makes me feel secure."
..."Okay." I took his paws with my fingers and held it.
..."Thank you. That feels good." Slick was quiet for awhile, then he said. "Would you like to know a secret?"
..."Sure! Tell me a secret."
..."I know where Reuben goes."
..."You do? Where?"
...Now I must explain here about Reuben. Reuben is a black pug dog. For the last few days, Reuben hadn't been around the house at all during the day, and when he showed up in the evening to eat, he looked and smelled bad. Actually, he'd been looking and smelling more like a pig than a pug.
...Slick just looked at me, so I asked again. "So where does Reuben go?"
..."Down by the creek, where that crippled pig is living in the mud. He sits there with that pig."
..."You've gotta be kidding."
..."I told you it was a secret. I didn't say it was a lie."
..."Sorry. I believe you. But why? Why would Reuben spend days with a sick pig? Especially when his best friend is a chocolate Labrador. Who would leave a dog for a hog?"
..."Maybe because the pig needs him," Slick looked especially wise when he said that. Now it was my turn to think for a while. Yes, that porker had been the victim of domestic violence in the pig pen. Maynard had moved him outside the pen, away from his abusers. Somehow, the hog found his way down to the creek, where the shade trees and mud soothed his wounds. But what could Reuben
do for him?
..."But how?" I asked Slick. "How does the pig need Reuben?"
..."He just needs him to be there. To sit beside him."
..."Oh," I said. "You really think that makes a difference?"
..."We'll see," Slick said, taking his paw back from me. He began to lick it, and then to give himself a face wash.
..."Well thanks for telling me where Reuben's been," I said. "I'm going to sleep now. Good night, Slick."
And that is Chapter One, Bootsie...
Bootsie, Mawm, Whut happin to da Pig n da Puggie?
Katie Too, Dat in Chapter 2 Bootsie n Ize tired uf typin... weze haveta waits til nex bloggie time!
Purrz, Katie Kat
Bootsie Woo n Katie Too
Back of Cover second paragraph:
So it Began. These stories are true. They are the stories of animals I know - most of them have lived on our farm in central Kansas. The part that might be stretching the truth a bit is that Slick actually, out loud, told me these stories. But if I looked into his golden eyes long enough, I could hear his heart talking. - Carol Duerksen
Yay! One comment saved this story! But Katie Too wont type Chaptur Too wifout morh commintz... pooh. -Bootsie Woo.
***But ifns you woods like to buy dis storee it am sined by Carol Duerkson and Slickfester Dude!! Just goez here... To the Purple Kattery. Portion of dis sale will helps kitties in need.***
Katie Kitty Too
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Lion Baby and Bone China Kittiez!
Dey won dem in our Aukshuns!
Dey iz gonna be goods frindz! Well da bone china kittiez purrbablee hafta sits behin glass or sumpin so dey dont fall down.
Now dat lion baby iz tuffer n mites wanna play doh.
...No Bootsie, dey dont got noh Play-Doh!!! goh ask Mom fur sum grass or sumpin...
I iz writin dis hear bloggie...
Andywayz... We iz furry glads dat Charlemagne n Tamar likes derh noo frindz!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Baks 2 regoolar purrgrammin next bloggie times...Charlemagne and Tamar photoz!
Dey meets Bone China Kittens and Lion Baby!
Friday, September 04, 2009
Purrz, Katie Too
BY STAN FINGER - The Wichita Eagle - Brian Corn/The Wichita Eagle
A kitten trapped in a drain trough under the canal route on east Douglas, meeows at bystanders on the street below. The cat was later rescued by firefighters.
"We're not in the cat rescue business," Lt. Tom Benefiel said, "but ... "
A crew of firefighters rolled to the scene next to the offices of the Midway Kansas Chapter of the American Red Cross, where a crowd of anxious onlookers had gathered.
The kitten, only about five weeks old, was peering out from the trough and at times seemed poised to jump.
"He got bit," Benefiel said.
Then he sent another firefighter, Justin Brewster, up next.
"He got bit," Benefiel said.
"I'm not sure," Williams said, "the cat wanted to be rescued."
Animal rescues are rare for firefighters. Benefiel said he's been to three in the past five years.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Hiya! Just A shorts Update ta lets u knoh dat we made Nana Mom's Mortgage Paymint las Furryday! Fanks effurry buddy!
We make longer letter latur bout dat...
luvs n purrz