The Brown Tabby Page

To complete my training, I waitz til' Tom is snoozing, then I tiptoez out da back door an head off to da corner saloon for a tipple. After I had enuf milk to fortify my courage, I'm ready to dashrun fastfast across town and race to da top oh da greatgreatgreat highhigh mountain.

An sos I startz climbing da highhigh mountain upz passed da llama ranch, but Iz can't get a ride 'cause they is all asleep, sos I keepz on climbing, higher n' higher upz to da sky stars n clouds, wayway highhigh and I'ze almost puffpuff outs of breath when I getz to the very top and find da cave. Seated in da doorway, sitting crossed legged, is da lama.

So I go over to da lama, an askz her, "Mama Lama, what is da meaning of life?" An da lama says, "Da meaning of life is **KATZ**."

Well, I agreez, den asks her if she has any tips fur us kitties. An da wize lama says:

"If you'r broken, don't wait, go to da TED to get fixed."

"If you'r healthy, go to da TED and get really fixed so that there aren't too many kitties born without homes."

"Adopt older kitties (like me!!) They appreciate good homes." "Take two (or more); they'r small."

"Be nicenice to da kitties, hoomins, even da d*gs (n' da trollz??!) on r.p.c, even if you don't agree on da name."

"Spend less time with da 'pooter n' more time playing wid da kitties. That's whatz is most 'portant"

Da lama was silent. Da silentz echod across da mountaintip. Then I sayz "Thank you Ms. Lama, you is a truuly scentsible one." Then I paid the customary $20 donation, and added a 25% "lama tip" because the wordz were so good. Then I rushscamperd fastest as I could bak down da mountainslide, tiptoed back into da house, and taptyped my entry up on da 'pooter before Tom wakez up.