Dear Squirrels

eye c u twitchn n tha woody/spikey/tall thing outside.

u chase each otha cuz u wants me to b chazn you.

u taunt me.

now tuxedo is here, not as good a cat as me, n he gets the fun.

eye will register an official protest with Godjhon.

jhon sez tuxedo, the pine, the squirrels and ME(?) are all one thing.

2 him, maybe. 

not to the Imperium ex Sinatra, scourge of small fluttery things and killer of furry things. 

I know jhon just doesn’t want to open the door.

I will register another official complaint about the imperfection of the universe jhon created.

His Imperial Highness, Sinatra I. 

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One Response to Dear Squirrels

  1. mary says:

    Deer Sinatra,

    U cn cum to r hows and play on r bak prch. Wee hav lots of fun things to katch, lke lezirds and rowchs. Wee al so gt to se duks and skirls a long wth things that hav wngs hoo fli n the ski. sumtimes the duks walk rite n frunt of us!!!!

    Yur Cusins,
    Caleb and Sophie

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