Wast nite, I fink owr Pippicat habbed a scroo loose cuz at 3:12 am she laid on da bed nex' to Vito. Vito - dat grate kitty hunter. Suddenly dere iz a hyoodj WOOF, a bell ringin' (on da kitty), a big thump wen Vito hit da flore, an Vito led me down da stares woofin' awl da way in pursoot ov da Pippicat. Meenwile, Mama jumped up owt ov a deep sleep an' camed after us. Az Vito an' me hit da doggy dore, I frowed my paw ober hims big mowf to stop him from wakin' da naybors. Mama sed it wuz like sumbuddy hit a myoot buttin - wadebber dat iz. We looked an' looked awl ober da bak yard an' did not find da Pippicat. Wanna no Y? Cuz she wuz sittin' in da kitchin laffin' like crazy an' makin' razzberries at Vito an' me. We slunk up da stares an' went bak to bed. Stoopid cat.
She bedder not com in dat room agan!
Arfur
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