Whiskers & Purrs

Today Is Elsie Fallulah's Birthday!!!

Go shorty, it's your birthday
We gonna party like it's your birthday
We gonna sip Bacardi likes it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a f!@# 'cause it's your birthday!

Happy Birthday ELSIE FALLULAH!!!

It's Been A Real Bad 2 Weeks

Dear Everybody In The Whole World,

This is Mazie Grace a speakin'.  We is real sorry we haven't writed anything to ya'll for such a long time.  It has not been a fun couple of weeks.  If you will remember, the last time I talked to all of ya'll, I had just had my eyeball operated on.  I didn't feel so good cause it ain't much fun havin' your eyeballs cut open.  Well, mommy loved on me lots and made me feel all warm and fuzzy on the insides.  But somethin' went wrong.  Bad. Wrong.  For some reason, my lights went off and I couldn't see nuffin.  I falled down the steps in our house and keeped walkin' into walls and stuff.  Mommy was skeerd and called Unkle Doctor Blair.  He said "Oh, no!  Mazie Grace has to have her lights turned back on!  Bring her to me right away!" 

But, before I could go back to see Unkle Doctor Blair, I gots me some real sneezy boogers in my nose.  Mommy called it a "upper respiratory infeckshun".  I calls it big hairy boogers that made my head hurt lots.  I feeled real bad.  So, Aunt Dr. Dugan gots me some tasty medicine.  Mmmmm...I love my medicine.  It's all fishy tastin'.  Mommy goes to a speshul drug store where they mix it all up for me and put in delishus tuna juice.  Ohhh...I love me my tuna juiced-up medicine!

So, I finally blowed all the itchy boogers outta my head (mostly all over mommy) and I gots to go back to see Unkle Doktor Blair.  Now you gots to remember that Unkle Doktor Blair really likes me.  I'm pretty sure he wants me to be Mrs. Unkle Doktor Blair.  I mean, like I've told ya'll before, a womans knows these kinds of things.  He skratches my ears and calls me "Peanut".  I mean, really people, how much more proof do you need than that!  Mommy says I flirt with him...I must admit, I do twirl around on the exam table and rub up against him a lot....I even lay on my back and wag my tail.  But, I am married to Buzzy so it's just all in fun.  I don't want to make Unkle Doktor Blair mad and tell him he don't have a chance...not at least until he fixes my busted-up eyeballs.

Unkle Doktor Blair looked into my eyes and said "Ah ha!"..."Very interesting!"..."Ohhh"..."Well, I see what the problem is and I can fix it!"...People, you need to know I love me a man that knows how to fix thangs.  I might dump Buzzy and give Unkle Doktor Blair a chance if he can turn my lights back on.  He told mommy that I can see a little bit...not much...but he can help me lots.  So mommy and Unkle Doktor Blair talked about it and mommy told me I would have me another operation on my eyeballs about the time that Santa Claws comes to visit. 

In the meantime, I can't see real good but I'ma doin' okay. 

Love,
Mazie Grace

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