Whistle the Kitten here. I am going to be one year old in human years on August 28,2006. Please start buying me presents.
I am writing this essay to get out of trouble. I do not like it that P.P. Puppy gets Cat Cookies because she is a dog. Cat Cookies are for us. Not the dog. My mom says I am "Ungracious, stingy and should count my blessings." I am writing this essay to get out of trouble.
My Blessings by Whistle
I eat good cat food everyday and my Mom knows how to fix our cat food with warm water sometimes and I really like her cooking.
We get fresh wheat grass grown for us so we can have a salad bar. This grass is not coated with chemicals or anything gross. I like it. Indoor cats need a green snack everyday according to my Mom.
We get cat cookies everyday. They are called "greenies" on the package and I will do anything to get one. I stand on my back paws and do tricks to get Cat Cookies. The magic words to call me from anywhere are: "kitty, kitty, kitty, CAT COOKIES!!!!"
My people love me. I sit with them if they are sad or tired or crabby. They know just how to rub my ears and scratch under my chin.
We have a fancy litter box and know how to use it. Our Aunt LLS could say of us that we are "good producers".
I am on school vacation now because our Catechetics Class is on summer break.
My mom bought sixty furry mice on eBay and I like them. If I am very good, I get a new mouse. She has about 55 of them left because I am not being "gracious" enough.
We have a big box of furry mice in our house. This merits another mention in the blessing essay.
We have a summer reading program. First book is "Cat in the Hat"; second is "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof". Mom says to ask you what we should read next.
Whew! I'm sleepy and need another morning nap. I hope I get out of trouble.
Remember, only a few days of shopping left until my birthday.
Whistle the Kitten