Dear readers,
we are very happy to report that today, we helped our two-legged granny grade her students' homework. Since our mommy had to go to work for a few hours in the afternoon, she asked our granny to watch us because she thinks we are up to no good when we're left alone in the apartment. She is definitely right to some degree, as we've done a few "stupid" things in the past few days. But more on that later.
When granny came over, we were recovering from our exhausting morning- and midday riots. We had played hide and seek, and tried out wrestling and 10m sprints. You never know, we might want to become professional sportscats one day. Our parents think it is hilarious when we're trying to scare each other and our backs look like mohawks. We think they're just jealous. We're also too fast for them to take pictures of it, so who's laughing now?
When our granny sat down to grade her papers, we were being very helpful. One of us lay down behind her on the chair and the other one next to her hand on the table, sleeping contently of course. When she got up to send our mommy a text message, we gathered a little bit of strength and started chasing her red felt pen. We chased it right into her bag, which, of course, we then had to fight. After all, it had somehow swallowed our toy! It was very full and barely moving, so we left it alone after a while. Lazy thing!
We enjoyed grading very much so we're thinking about becoming professors now! Which subjects should we choose, you think? Meow-language? Cat-chasing? Mohawk-ing? Sleeping and purring?
Yours truly,
Professor Hattori Hanzō
we are very happy to report that today, we helped our two-legged granny grade her students' homework. Since our mommy had to go to work for a few hours in the afternoon, she asked our granny to watch us because she thinks we are up to no good when we're left alone in the apartment. She is definitely right to some degree, as we've done a few "stupid" things in the past few days. But more on that later.
When granny came over, we were recovering from our exhausting morning- and midday riots. We had played hide and seek, and tried out wrestling and 10m sprints. You never know, we might want to become professional sportscats one day. Our parents think it is hilarious when we're trying to scare each other and our backs look like mohawks. We think they're just jealous. We're also too fast for them to take pictures of it, so who's laughing now?
When our granny sat down to grade her papers, we were being very helpful. One of us lay down behind her on the chair and the other one next to her hand on the table, sleeping contently of course. When she got up to send our mommy a text message, we gathered a little bit of strength and started chasing her red felt pen. We chased it right into her bag, which, of course, we then had to fight. After all, it had somehow swallowed our toy! It was very full and barely moving, so we left it alone after a while. Lazy thing!
We enjoyed grading very much so we're thinking about becoming professors now! Which subjects should we choose, you think? Meow-language? Cat-chasing? Mohawk-ing? Sleeping and purring?
Yours truly,
Professor Hattori Hanzō
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