Originally posted by zippy-kat


Miz Sophie, she'd want to DRIVE the firetruck...
Smoke in the front seat--tongue in the wind.
Cinners covers her eyes and ducks
Phred is runnin' after his firetruck!
Where's Zip?
Driving the Nissan - rattling the yogurt-drop bag
tryin' to get the Furry Parsley-crazed driver to stop!

(hmmm...this would actually make a really, really cute children's book...)
Ya gotz the furst chapter dun yet, Miz Zipp?
We wuntz a ottograf'd coppie fur Dad!

Originally posted by RachelJ


Cinders and Smoke Man you didn't happen to take any pictures while Dad was chomping down on his cake and ice cream, did you?
Heee-Heee-Heee ~ We needz a moovie kamra ~
GranMom an his Sis gived him a Birfday kake on Sunday at dinner. He gotz ta bring the extree kake home fur us. Ebber nite this week he fixez kake an ice kreme inna big bowl an sitz inna kliner chair *tryin* ta eat it... wiff ~

Two Dawgz sittin onna feetz wiffa chinz on his kneebonez...
Wun Kat sittin onna chair arm grabbin atta bowl & spoon...
Kat'z no dummie ~ waits till spoon's in Dad'z mouff (udder handpaw holdin the bowl) ~ Then Kat leans forward and dunks paw (wiff grabber knife-klawz extended) inna bowl an skoopz out a gob-a-goddies afore Dad kan snatch the bowl away!

Whudda *HOOT*! Kat don't seem ta mind gettin *biffed* wiffa spoon , either! Standz his ground onna chair and keepz dippin away! We getz ta lik the bowl when it's almost emptee.

Dad sez: "Thanks again for all the Kind Birfday Wishes!!"