Cinder's baaack ~

Wuz I good at skool? Don't ask Dad . All I did wuz Jump, Pull, Tug, Lunge, Butt Sniff, Whine, Yeowl, Dance, and in general act like a half crazed, totally untrained dolt. Jest like I did every nite when I went in to klass . Smoke kept lookin at me like I wuz nutz. After I had Dad all red inna face I started ta calm down a liddel cause I thought I wuz gonna get ta go inna ring, but jest fore Smoke's klass started I got hustled out to the car .

Anyhow, back to whutz been goin on of late...
Smoke did a nudder NawteeDawg inna hallway kuppla weeks ago. We'd dun our *outies* fer the nite and Dad wuz finished doin his thing inna baffroom and gomes out ta see Smoke, leg high inna air, jest a washin down the wall . Dad tried grabbin towels, openin the front door, grabbin the the Smokester ta toss him out, all the time skreemin sum Nawtee Wurdz . Course it took 3 or 4 laps round the living room to capture the Kid, who immediately started *skreemin* like he wuz gonna get kilt; me an Kat jest went inna bunkroom and hided. Dad sopped up a roll of towels wortha warm pee, then spent annuder hour playin wiff his fresh can of OxiClean. [Oh yeah, Lilly, Honey & StenoG ~ after 3 trips to Wally's Mart a gurl who dint eben werk in that parta the store showed Dad where they hid the OxiKleen. Dad wuz redy to give up on Wally and drive cross town to that Bed, Baff & Breakfast place that said ober the teledingy that they had the stuff.] Dad got dun moppin an soppin and marched the Mutt past the krime seen and strait down to the time-out wall inna basement. He sleeped there three nites fore he wuz allowed back inna bunkroom. We havent had anudder problem since, but Smoke still kant unnerstan why Dad anna Kat get to do their stuff inna baffroom and us big FurKids gotta go outside. Smoke sez he's gonna praktis tryin ta lift his leg ober top of the big white water bowl like Dad duz .

We missed a kupla days onna puter cuz the fambly jaloppee (aka the corporate limo) got sicklee an hadda go see the kar doktor - two differnt times. Dad wuzent reel hapee wiffa kar doc kuz the second problem wuz what they said the furst fix wuz gonna fix. But at least it quit makin that *grindin noiz* when we turned kornerz. I thunk SmokeMan and I were gonna hafta pull the boat home a few nites.

Hey Lilly ~ Howz the Honey*Pot doin in skool? What klass is she takin, anyway? Izit a furst or sekund grade, or wun of the fancy *advanced klassez* that the "better students" get to go to? Dad jest found out tanite that our klub skool has all sortza special groups like the Nurcin Home Cheerup Gang, Serch & sniff dawgs, gilitee an beedeence groups. And we could be members cause Dad's had at least 3 dawgs go ta skool there. Me an Smoke are gunna save our lowancez to raise the 60 bucks to belong each year. But then ya still need more munnies to go ta klassez, but they're half off for members. Mebbee me an the Smokester could gedda job and make sum munnie for skool.

Sure are a lotta new FurKids round this place... Andy & Trevor, the KatBoyz, got their pup Bella; an *Star* & Cody got two newbies ~ the KatKid *Olive-Pit* anna liddel KatToy piggie named *Squeek*. Mebbee we otta get a Fuzzy Pig for our Kat ta have for a toy. Wunder if Boots wud think that wuz kool? Need to hear sum more Tails frum youse guys!

Hey Daisey ~ You know any way to fool that durn up and down elevator table at the White Coat's place that's got that *meter* that the Doc looks at an then tells yer Two-Leggers to lay offen the food? Dad keeps lookin funnie at me an squeezin round where my rib-bones used to make liddel bumps in my koat. He keeps sezin he cant see the rib bumps ennie more. I keep tellin him to look at Smokey the Kid ~ ya could kount ever wunna his ribs and the bumps on his backbone when he got here. Dad hadda give him annuder klik onna kollar and now ya kant see ennie bumps on his short koat ~ so whutz wiff this pickin on Me? I got a big, fluffie Shepherd's koat - course ya kant see my rib-bones! But I did notice that SmokeMan duznt get twice as much krunch as me annymore - guess Dad figgures the Smoke has bulked up to proper weight. Now if he'd jest leave my krunch kount alone!

Keep *waggin* and *purrin*

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/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*