Cal.E.'s Korner

                                                            PUPPY PATTER

By the engaging, talented, intelligent, beautiful, and very humble T. Puppy Katt.

TPK: Well, Dad was using the computer,

but said he had to rest his eyes because the glare from the computer was hurting them. I think he is doing more than just resting his eyes, though. he must be very tired, because now he is talking in a language I have trouble understanding. I think it's called "Souther English."

d.: Snore…Maw manuscript wen' ta auction, an' tha winnin' bid was one million dollars?

Sweet! Now maybe Awe kin retyah in five or six yeahs

TPK. Anyway, Dad left the computer on while he was…resting his eyes. And that annoying cat

who lives at the end of the street in Wayne Manor

with her third husband (and second here on Earth), the seven-time World Association of Cat-fighting and Knowledge of Ornithology cat fighting champion, 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 his former BFF, cofounder and business partner with the Triple T Cartel, and now chief WACKO rival and nemesis in real life, The Original Triple T, Tom the Tabby)

is nowhere in sight. She has a tendancy to popu up unexpected, though, so I need to get started.

I flipped the switch on the computer that translates Catonese to English and make it translate Dogma to English. This gave me the opportunity to correct something that was in yesterday's blog.

First, I am against drugs of any kind. Look what damage that can do to a being if s/he gets addicted to a drug;

and heroin is a very addictive drug. That’s why I posted the big guy’s picture at the beginning of my blog. I do not, have not, nor ever will consume heroin or any other schedule one (illegal) drug in any shape or form. I am not a heroin addict, nor do I store, supply, or get myself involved with that drug or any other in any way, shape, or form…

Meanwhile, at WAny Manor, Cal.E. is remembering she is obligated to do somehing

C.: Yawn. I guess I need to get started on today’s blog since d.c. has turned that responsibility over to me exclusively. Hmm… Even though my third husband (and second here on Earth) is a meow-illionaire,

he doesn’t have a computer that will translate Catonese into English. I can speak English good, but I have a hard time writing and reading that language. I suppose I should just mosey on over to d.c.’s house and use his computer that translates Catonese to English. I’ll think of something to write while I’m going over there. I suppose walking will give me more time to do that, so I’ll do that.

Later that same day atr the scot residence

C.: Well, d.c isn’t answering the door, but he usually keeps it unlocked when he’s at home. Yes, it’s open and…what are you doing at your dad’s computer, T. Puppy Katt?!

TPK; (Do y'all see what I mean about her popping up unexpctatnly? I should address her and the situatio properly, because I am a well-bred lady dog). I’m offering an explanation, an apology…well, I’m correcting something that was written in my blog Puppy Patter yesterday.

C.: Well, I didn’t read it  yesterday, so let me find it on my phone…Here it is.

T. Puppy, Scarlet O’Hara wasn’t on heroin, she was the heroine of the book and movie Gone With the Wind.

TPK.: Aren’t the two words pronounced the same?

C.: They are, but there is one letter difference in the spelling. Your dad wasn’t accusing you of taking illicit drugs. He was comparing you to a very strong female character in a well-known book and movie.

TPK.: He was? Well, my mistake. I think I’ll just go eat my dinner now…Wow! Look at all that food! If I eat all this food that’s in my supper dish; as God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again!