Tuesday, October 5, 2010

I had been loved in the end of my days

Well really, it had been the 15 of July and Mokus had died being held in her pink blanket. It had been a sad day but her loving ways go on. ~ Mokus 2004-2010 ~

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Of myself in my basket and the thoughts which had been

Well really, I had had my own room and had lived in the dormer of my own room. It had been of my belongings. I had had my own basket and small blanket which had been my size and had been soft of my likings. This had been my land free to roam as I had pleased in my ways. I had not allowed Chuck to come in my room or near it because she had not been allowed. If Chuck had been illegal on my land I would be angry. Chuck had not belonged on my land, even as my slave. But I had been illegal on Chuck's land had had fought Chuck on her land because it had really been mine as well. This had all been in my ways. Well really, I had been sitting and had been thinking about things in my basket. And I had thought to myself that I had really deserved 10 dinners a day for the eating of my ways. I had needed more food, because I had thought to myself, that I would be more powerful in my ways.

Of myself, cute and innocent

Well really, I had been a sweet and cute animal of myself. I had been little and meek eating grass next to the azalea bush. I had also smelled a rose, in my garden which had belonged to myself. I had still been of my ways and had been doing many things and had had much to think about in my days.

Of which chuck had still lived in the goodness of her days

Well really, Chuck had still been alive in the goodness of her days. But really, I had been better in teh goodness of my own days which had been of myself. I had kissed chuck to make a good picture, but had still been of my ways. Well really, my nose was higher than Chuck's nose. Because of my powerfulness.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Of my concernemnt and the ways which had been

Well really, I had lived the ways of my life this week and last week and always because they had been my ways. I had been thinking of my ways very much. In the days which had been, chuck had been very sick. She had not been more sick than I had been powerful. Chuck had been sick and chuck had almost not lived. This had made me think of my ways. I had been a good guin of my ways of my life in my ways. I had shown concernment of chuck. If chuck had died I would not have had a guin slave of my ways. Chuck had not died. Chuck had been better and had not been sick anymore. I had stopped showing my concernment and had decided to my ways that one day I would be going up, not down.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Bath Which Had Been Of 6 Years

And I had gotten a free stick treat from the bag of fiesta guin-food which I had gotten at my request.

The foodbowl which I had had of myself had been shiney and beautiful to my sight

I had run away from the hair-dryer.

I had been a wet little one.

Well really, I had been given a bath after I had turned 6 years old. I had been swimming and had been of my good looks in the water. Which I had hated having a bath. But I had been 6 years old. I had been born in 2004. I had been living the ways of my life for many years. Then I had listened to the opera.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I had been preciously sleeping

Well really, I had fallen asleep and had been dreaming guin-dreams. They had been of carrots, celery, cilantro, cakes, pies and cookies and cranberries. I had been of my ways. I had also had my own room and my own window which I had not had to share with chuck. I had disliked chuck.

I had been beautiful

Well really, I had been of good looks when I had had my pictures taken outside. I had not been taken outside for a long time because the grass which had been mine had been fertilized. I had known that it would be green for me to eat all summer. Because it had been warm enough for me to go outside.

Monday, April 19, 2010

the bread which had been of my ownership

Well really, I had had bread and had been running and had wanted it because of the hunger of my days.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

In my reflection in my room

Well really, I had been doing things in my ways for quite some time. But I had had to remind you that my birthday had been coming up and that I had been turning 6 years old. And my stripes had been of beauty. I had been running around my room saying things which had been of myself, and I had looked at myself in the mirror. I had liked the looks of my ways.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I had been of strongness

Well really, I had really had the strongess and muscles of a strong little one. And even in the strongness of my whiskers. h'hmm'mmm'mm. I had even been strong enough to flip my house so it had been pointing straight up which had made me a place to hide behind it in the ways of myself.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Spring Had Arrived

Well really, spring had arrived. I had been taken outside to my green pastures for the second day in a row, which had been my great pleasure. It had been 60 degrees outside, which had been my desired temperature. The spring flowers had bloomed as well, and I had sniffed them. I had trotted around in the grass, because of my importance.

My Pink Towel

Well really, I had been fast asleep on my towel dreaming about spring days which had been warm and carrots that had been bigger. But then my slaves had worken me up, which had made me annoyed.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The nest which had been of a towel

Well really, I had deserved a nest which had been made of a pink towel, which I had nested in all day in the goodness of my days. I had been angered by my claw being cut though. I had spent many days growing out my sharp talons and then my slave decided to cut them. First had been the spotted foot, and I had squirmed so much that my middle-toe on my spotted foot had been cut so close that it had been bleeding. I had been very sorrowful at the short nail I had had left, and it had been of pain to myself. But I had been given carrots and celery, and it had started to grow back, so I had not cared anymore. But really, I had been up to many things lately. I had been listening to the classical station, because of my ways, and I had gotten what I had wanted.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

I had been a sweet little one in the sugaryness of my ways

Well really, I had had a whole sugar cookie with pink sugary sprinkles on top all to myself, because I had been good in my days. My slaves made sure to give me the most round one, with the nicest golden bottom, because the best cookie goes to the best guin, which had only been myself. I had been eating it whenever I had wanted, and it had pleased myself and my ways.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

the toast which had belonged

Well really, I had had toast for my breakfast. It had been made of an english muffin, and had had apple butter, which had been the "city" of Dunn's Christmas gift to myself, in all my power. I had really been eating it because I had wanted it. I had eaten it off of a plate of human ways, and had eaten it with my teeth and my little pink tongue licking up the apple butter because it had contented myself for the goodness of my days.

Monday, February 1, 2010

The Picture that had been of Myself

Well really, I had had a picture of myself to look at in my cage so that I could see how beautiful I am. The thing that had been beautiful had been my stripes, and my whiskers and the way I had snow white paws and a spotted foot. I had liked my picture, but then had thought that it would be a good thing if Chuck had it in her cage, because she had known that I had been in charge of her because I had been better.

I had eaten crackers because I had wanted them

Lately, I had gotten into the habbit of eating crackers. I had liked the way they tasted when my razor sharp teeth had bitten into them. And also, because they had been the food that a person would eat, and I had been like a person.

Monday, January 4, 2010

I had been cute in my ways in the days that had really been holidays

Well really, I had made a new years resolution that my slaves would flock after me in numbers because of my mightyness and good looks. I had also heard that a picture was worth a thousand words, but not 1,000 of my words, unless it had been a picture of myself in my ways with my good looks. So, I had shared many of the pictures of the ways I had had.

You had seen that one of my favorite treats had been marshmellow rice krispy treats. I had eaten them with my teeth.

For Christmas dinner, because of my importance, I had sat in the dining room and eaten off of my silver spoon. I had had sweet potatoes and cranberries.

A nap in my slaves bed, which had really been my bed.

I had really slunk away so that I could be alone in my bed.
I had eaten hay out of the hay rack which had been one of my possessions.
When my foodbowl, another of my possessions, had been full of gourmet guinea pig bonanza food. This had pleased myself greatly.
And if you had looked at my chin fur, you could see the carrot stain which I had not washed my face yet, because it had been cute.