Awl dis week Papa habs bin payntin' da porch. Now befor he did diss, he gated us offa it cuz he wuz fixin' bords an' nales an' stuffs. So for a looong time we hab not had owr sunning spot an' Mama habs not had her wash dryin' rope. PLUS awl hims toolz an' supplyz hab bin in Mama's stove room. Wen da payntin' started, da doggy dore wuz lokked. BOO! Mama bin takin' us owt da front dore to pee an' last nite she wawked us down da street afore bed. It wuz hot an' muggy an' eben we did not fink it wuz fun, but az we got to da nex' street, we turned an' gess hu wuz followin' us.....da Pippicat. She wuz wawkin' rite behind us down da street. Iz dat weerd or whut? Stoopid cat.
We iz lukky dat now da paynt iz dun an' dryin' an luks gud. But Papa iz so meen - he wiww not let us go on owr porch cuzza Vito. Yep. Da messidj is "no pee on da porch". Patooey. Da gate iz still up. For now.
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