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Topic: Libbin Assa Urban Rabbit
You know we hadda moob house an how we're all heer, tryin to gedda noo warren goin' inna noo houz?
Well, it isn't goin' so good.
Da Dawg is still herdin' catz anna Catz is still protestin to Dadda alla time an Maman still just don't ged it.
Of course, we all gots noo apawtmints, too, which has called for sertin adjustmints, too.
An on toppa alla that, there is sumfing wrong with da mechanism dat werks "Spring" cos da wedder is COLD! An DARK! An an awful lot like WINTER.
I think somefing is stuck somewheres.
Dadda says his knees are stuck.
Dadda also says that da Dawg is stuck on 'noyance, as areda Catz.
Well, da way I figger it, da Catz hab allus been stuck on 'noyance.
Dey know dey are not 'lowed inna Bun Room, but they manage to sneak in, don't they? Just as soon as Maman opins da gate acrosst our doorway, dey appears just by magic an slinks in rite behind her. Anna fing is, dey know dey aren't 'lowed in, cos as soon as Maman says dere name, dey scoot rite out, but ebben doh dey know, dey still sneaks.
Ob course, when dey are sneakin, da Dawg is sneakin' rite behind dem - only at his size, he don't sneak too good. Cos he is sneakin' cos dey are sneakin' and he's sneakin' so he can keep an eye on dem an repawt dem to Maman just in case she don't see dem. But she does, cos it's rilly hard to miss forty pounds of cat whedder it's sneakin or not.
Den Maman yells atta dawg, too - an den we hab dis log-jam inna doorway: one dawg that is tryin' to back up wiffoud taking his eyes offa cat, an one cat tryin to go forward wiffoud runnin innu da dawg and one Maman tryin to ged to her coffee fru alla mess ob cats anna dawg.
Well, you kin see how complykated life is gettin' aroun heer.
An on top ob ebberyfing else, it's cold and damp an Dadda says that the garden is squidgy. Dis means that when the dawg comes in frum outside, his paws are all muddy and he leebs tracks on Maman's clean floor. So Dadda makes him stop and den Dadda wipes da Dawg-feets with a towel, which gets all muddy an hasta go innu da washing machine, which makes laundry.
Maman wants to know which is worser - habbin to mop da floor or habbin to do alla laundry frumma dawg.
And then she moobed Missy an my pootie box. Well dat wassn't nice. I liked where it was bifore, I think, although I was sort of peeing there ober the side atta dawg oncet inna while. An' I s'spose that I did manage to hit the floor now an then. But now that she's put a pootie-box there, well, I hab bin aimin' ober the side more oftin.
An' Maman sed my aim is bad.
Well, it's her fault cos she shouldn't be moobin pootie boxes.
Missy has added pooties to my puddle onna floor. An Maman don't like dat, eidder.
So I told her aboudda pootie-box by draggin it innu da middle obba apawtmint, but she didn't ged the idea an moobed it back innu dat corner where I don't wanna hab it.
I figger it's Missy an my apawtmint, so we can habba pootie-box where we want. Maman has two pootie-boxes in heer, so I fink we can moob at least one obb'em.
An now da grapes we was geddin are gone. Da Dawg had summa dem, an Dadda had sum and now they are gone.
We're back to raisins.
The good news issat they are the BIG raisins inna red box an not the cheap widdle ones wiffa store name on.
Mebbe we will ged appuls, cos I can see dem still inna Big White Box when Maman opins it.
So we're still all messed up heer, wif Catz anna dawg an alla stuff goin' on. It was nebber wike dis when Hunny was Top Bun. An it wassn't wike dis when Belinda was in charge, eidder. I must be doin' sumfing wrong.
Hunny sed dat when I am not sure aboud fings, I should hab sum hay an habba nap an fink. So I shall. He was rite aboud most fings... chances are, he's rite about dis.
I'll let'cha know...
-------- By George