Hi Ebberbuddie ~ Boots, da Kat checkin in ~

*Gaaak* Whut wuz that? OK; dopey pill is gud.
Ohhh, no! **Gulllp** **Glurrgg** <shakes hed>
Six sqwirtz a wadder later...

WISH he'd take a simple "No fanks" an QUIT wiffa sqwirt gun! Now I'll prolly havta go *pee*...

Last nite went purdy gud. Gotza left-over tuna juice koktail at bed time - slurped down enuff I dint get the sqwirt gun. Dad gave up on keepin me inna tubby cell - dint eben try to slam the slider door shut. Fresh papurs inna tubby an not much onna vanity - he figgers fur a *quiet nite*. Ha!

I waited till reel dark:thirty an pulled ober the ground-up papur plastik basket. WHADDA *BANG* that made! Wuz gonna do a pee in there - but the durn Kone wudint fit. NUTZ! Two Dawgz anna Dad dash in ta see whut I busted! I wuz back inna tubby (hidin) affore they got the baffroom door open. They all stumbled back to the BigBed...

Made sum damp papurz durrin the nite - AND a poop pile which Dad kudint "find" till we wuz loadin up inna kar. Lotta *sqwakin* when he stuck a finner in it! (I hided it purdy gud.) Gave a few hed bumpiez an gotz told I had a bad case a "tuna breath"... Kone thingy seemz to help deliverin that message.

I dun a kupla pee'z onna way to the shop . Atta Post Office stop; I felt a seer-eeus need for a #2. All dun when he klimbed back inna kar...

*PHEEWW!* "Who *buzzed*?" An he's givin durty lookz atta Muttz inna back seat! (Pot callin the kettel black...) He figgered out where the *stinky* wuz commin frum when he unloaded my soggy papur skratch box an found #2!

Gotz six sqwirtz frumma syringe gun to celebrate our arrival atta Shop. Took me anudder two BIG pee'z ta unload allua that. Then I started werkin on brekfust...

Gave up ploppin the Kone ober the bowl an pushin my hed strait down - get a *krink* inna neck an the air turnz bad inside the kone.
New methud: Use the Kone like a big shovel.
Jam er rite inta the pile a krunchiez an give a lil *flip* up... Spreds out the krunch onna floor an makez pickin out the *gud wunz* a lot eazier! The Muttz kum along after an kleen up da rejektz.

Nudder thing the Kone is gud fur ~
Makin Hoominz laff an point when we drive by inna trakter kar!
*I* rides inna frunt seat so's I duzint get *mush'd* by da klumzie Dawgz inna back seat... I'z taken to standin onna seat wiffa frunt pawz onna dash bord - an jammin the Kone onna frunt lookin glass! Peepul must tink it'z phunnie - Kat inna lampy shade wiffa hed mash'd agin the winnow anna earz wigglin...

Hey Edwina ~ I'z wunderin ~
Whas's the Klammy Sauce taste like?
Dad turned a lil <green> when he red yer note bout that stuff. He sez tuna ebery udder day is gonna get kinda *old* by next week; but he'z not sure he kan stummik "Klam Breath"...

Otta jump inna papurs an *do* sumpin... But I tink I'z gonna hold off an give Dad sumpin to *fret* about.

Mee-oww atcha all Laterz...

/s/ Boots, da When-Will-He-Pee-Agin Kat