“I’ze here!”
“What are you doing in the ditch again, Fred?”
“I’ze a cat.”
“Fred, we need to talk about your grammar and spelling. You were born on the campus of a publishing company. Yet your spelling is atrocious and your grammar isn’t correct.”
“I’ze a cat.”
“No, I’m a cat.”
“Nos, you not. You’ze Her Bring Food. I’ze a cat.”
“Fred. That’s ‘I’m a cat.’”
“Nos, you not.”
“Fred! The correct form of that sentence is, ‘I am a cat. Or, I’m a cat.’”
“I’ze sory to tells you, Her Bring Food, but you no cat. You a hooman.”
(sigh) “That’s our Fred. Our GingerFred Boy. One of the Kibble Kids. You can be a real pain too, you know that?”
“But I’ze your cat. An’ I’ze Taller Than Us’ess’ cat to.”
“Yes. Yes, we knows dat.”
“Gets a hug?”
Abishag, Ira and Kezia 
We’d like to say, “Welcome!” to Donald McKenzie, of ‘Dining with Donald,’ and thank him for liking our blog. Somehow, though, I must convince the cats that ‘eating a hot dog’ is not the same as ‘eating a dog.’ Thank goodness.
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Fred’s got a mouth on him!
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He sure does! Can’t think where that came from …
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