cats

my sister has kittens. berio and ophelia (those are their names). berio is black with green eyes. his sister, ophelia, is gray with green eyes. i love them. my sister is mad at them because one of them created a foul stench of pee. she says that ernie will kill them with a boot when he finds out. hopefully he doesn't read this blog. what will happen if he does read it? my sister says they will live outside now. i don't want to write this but my sister is the typist. "oh, come on, typist!" i shout. "can we just delete that?" ("can we just untype the part about the peeing?") the door was shut to go to the basement to the litter box and the cats couldn't hold it any longer. poor kittens! how would ernie feel if he couldn't make it to the potty? he would probably go on the floor and we'd have to make him go outside all of the time.

my cat at home, john calvin, goes outside a lot. he is the most precious cat on the whole entire earth. but in the summertime he loves being outside. he's really wild outside. he's striped, kind of like ophelia, but he's old. one time my brother will was letting john calvin outside and our screen door slammed him on the tail. and this giant shriek came out of his mouth. will opened the door to gently see if he was okay and it was just like a little black toupe from his tail on the porch -- it had been cut off! i went upstairs and the cat was under my parents' bed. i couldn't see any part of his tail. i moved something next to him and i saw blood dripping off of his tail, his poor, little, skinny bone tail. my brother ben put him in a towel and brought him to the car and put him in a basket and we took him to the vet. when he came home he had a special little kitty towel and my mom put him down. ben said his tail looked like a rat tail. they had to cut off some of his tail.

"please, delete this!"

ernie squirts them with a water bottle when they come into his studio. the kittens run away. ernie is a mean heartless cat hater. my sister is blind to his evil cat-hating ways.