Cal.e.'s Korner

d.: Cal.E, I’ve got a major paper to write, and I need to get ready for a trip next weekend. I also have a final exam nest week. Can you please write the script today?

C.: No can do, d.c. My third husband, Tucker Tucker Two, a.k;a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known AS The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known As T Because Triple T Was Already Taken (by T.’s former BFF, business partner with the Triple T Cat Cartel and former World Association of Cat Fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology tag team cat fighting partner, The Original Triple T, Tom the Tabby) are going to watch my favorite Christmas movie in our theater room in Wayne Manor tonight. It’s going to be epic!

d.: Come on, Cal.E., how many times must you watch DIE HARD before you get tired of it?

C.: At least one more time. Adios...

Meanwhile, at the scot residence, another soul is stirring…

T. Puppy Katt: Hmm. Dad left his computer open again. nHe must have gotten distracted when he thought about calling that annoying cat that lives down the streee with her third husband in Wayne Manor

Dad's computer can translate Catonese as well as Dogma into English, so this is my chance to tell everyone about my day yesterday. I’ll get started right now!

Puppy Patter

By T. Puppy Katt.

Now, let’s see, what should I call it? Well, T. Puppy’s Big Adventure sounds too familiar, and I think something that sounds like T. Puppy’s Most Excellent Adventure has been done, too. I know, I’ll call it.

                                T. PUPPY KATT AND THE BEST. DAY. EVER!!

Dad took me for a long walk yesterday, but before we got home, he stopped and let me off my leash. Dad’s hands don’t work so well at times, so I helped him take my leash off. I’d been asking him to do that for a long time, and he finally listened, just before we got to our street. That was good, because most of our neighbors were going to work and school, and we were at the main street in the neighborhood. A lot of people honked at me to say how and tell me how clever and pretty I am. A Few even stopped and offered me snacks. Some asked me to jump in their cars, but Mom and Dad told me never to accept a ride from strangers, so I just said no, although these neighbors did call me by my two preferred names, Beautiful and Pretty Girl.

Then, this really cool, big red truck with flashing lights came up the street. Some young men got out of the truck and talked to Dad. Dad shook his head when they asked him so questions, so they must have been asking if I was done playing yet. Dad must have told them that I liked to play by running at top speed beside the road, because some of them decided to join me doing that. Some of them offered me snacks, too, and I ate them and showed my appreciation these nice young men by inviting them to join me while I frolicked beside the road. I invited all the other free dogs in the neighborhood to joins us as well.

Then, Mom came in her car and offered me a treat, but only if I would get into the car.

She must have had a headache, so I did as she asked. Then, she took Dad and me home in her car and got dressed in her work clothes after Dad led me to my bathroom and Mom washed my feet with warm, soothing water. I really do have them trained to do my every bidding…

T. Puppy: Well, I hear Dad coming, so he must want to use his computer; so that’s all the time we have for today, foks. That’s the end of this Katt ta(i)le. Please join us next time for another edition of Puppy Patter…I mean Cal.E.’s Korner.