Well Really, I had been trotting around in my clean cage all day scavenging for food dust when it had occured to me that I had been happy with the looks of my stripe and white stomach fur. Well really, I had also spent some outside time int he grass that had been long that I had eaten. I had made a nest in it which I had laid down in until I had found a spittle bug nest. I had not been happy and had to make a new nest. Well really, then I had really taken a nap in my bed with the pink blanket. It had made me limp and restful. Then I had spent time spitting in my water bottle, which had became one of my life leading habbits which are things that I do. I had been spitting in it for a very long time and it had given me something to do because I had not been taken outside yet.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Of the Color Pink
Well really, since I had been a baby animal I had liked the color pink. You had been shown pictures of me in my pink blanket that belongs to me. It had been a color that I had been attracted to and is happy to my eyes. So whenever I see the color I had thought that it had been my pink blanket. But really my pink blanket had deceived me and had made me a laughing stock of my kingdom. I had been in my closet on my recliner (which was also my throne) and I had been sitting on the arm chair. Now, my slaves clothing had been hanging next to my throne. I had seen a long pink skirt hanging in front of me and I had though "hmm hmm that had been really, my pink blanket." And so I had sprung and flung myself at it, and landed on the floor. Well really, I had been angry at it, so I had been picked up and put back on the throne. And then I had flung myself at it again, flying through the air with my stubby arms and graceful feet sticking out of my white stomach. And I had landed in a heap on the floor again. And I had not landed on my bed in my pink blanket, although I had recognized the coloring of the color pink. I had been smart.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
MokusLIVE: I had been chirping
Well really, I had been very hungry for the dinner that I had deserved. So I had been chirping all night long until finally I had gotten what I had wanted. I was given a stalk of wilted celery as well as food that had been stale to my taste buds. I had been very displeased. But it had been dinner so it had made me satisfied with the way that I had been. The overall quality that the video had made of me was a bad picture. But you had been able to see my stripes glowing in the dim light.
I hope that you admire me very much. because I am important.
Monday, August 10, 2009
I had wanted you to tell me I had been good
Sunday, August 9, 2009
pictures of my travels
Well really, I had gone far away to new york. It had been a long hard trip. I traveled in a small travel cage that was not big enough. I had deserved much better. But I had had a good time. I had gotten my way most of the time. I had been given treats and things that had made me happy. I had a whole garden of flowers to myself and so I had been sniffing them.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
About the time that I had had
Well really, I had been having a good time. I am living in my traveling cage right now, with the possession of my water bottle and food bowl and I had been possessing a new but smaller clementine box house. I had not been pleased at first, but now I am pleasured greatly. I had spent much of the day outside with chuck napping in my cage in the sunlight and clean air. I had also been eating grass, but had decided that I had only deserved to eat the best of the grass so I had had to find the dandelions to satisfy the hunger of my stomach. I had been important hopping around in the grass in the search of the dandelions that I had approached and pounced on with hunger. Well really, I had been very important. I had been spending the night in the closet, which is where I am now, just writing on my laptop. I had been important enough to own one and had stored it under my food bowl, really. I had been very happy and the sympathy of slaves had kept my stomach's hunger bearable.
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