Monday, 23 November 2009

My Bumble is sicky sicky




I is boss. This is my house. I rule.

Bumbely thinks she rule.

I rule.

Bumbely sicky sicky.

She can rule if it mean no more sicky sicky.

I like Bumble.

You no tell her that.

I am Maximus Spittimus.

I have spoken.
Meowed on behalf of Maximus Spittimus by at
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5 comments:

  1. Buzzardbilly24 November 2009 at 07:23

    Is Bumble really sick? If so, here's to future wellness for the sicky sicky Bumble.

    My Catgirl was sicky sicky. Now she gets tuna flavored medicine that she begs for and she's happy happy. The other cats want to know why they cannot have the tuna flavored delight that Catgirl gets.

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  2. punxxi24 November 2009 at 13:47

    GET WELL SOON GIRLIE!

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  3. Sewmouse25 November 2009 at 06:32

    You rule, Maximus. It takes a big cat to offer rule to sicky sicky Bumble.

    I lick your ears.

    Kili

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  4. Aunt Jackie26 November 2009 at 09:01

    HOpe she gets well soon too!! Your secret is safe with Aunt Jackie and Mr. Rodney.

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  5. JR's Thumbprints28 November 2009 at 05:47

    Hey Maximus, my wife's allergic to cats, but I'm not. Still, I avoid them as to stay out of trouble.

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