Moonkey's Lafe

Wairever had I putten mine unbrella? Oh lard! I hate rein.

Todate I feel lake I will think of all that is grate forn greatitude feelings. Such as: radiator and two heet patches. Mam, whom brushes me, papa whom pets me. Mine relatives such as Ninjoey and amo whom sent me gifts. Meets. MINE gurlfrands such as Pinky and Zoey. Balls and toys. Mine gud old bed that I lave. Sonshine. Fore legs which make mine back comfortable. Grate sense of smells and eers that ken heer grate.

Hadn't I NOT told nobady? Well, well, well. As I had satten with Tanya on that beeutiful date on Saturdate beside tha Hudson whom is MIGHTY, I had seen a wail. Don't not beleeve me but you ken read about it in yourn papers and yourn online. I had smelt that big fish wan mile away and thot, "Oh grate. He ken eet all tha fish and I ken git none." Here is tha mighty wail. And here we ken read wot the Nu Yorked Times have written: "The Hudson River has a resident humpback. “It was general excitement and shock,” Dr. Dubroff, 39, said, “and how thrilling that a whale can be in the Hudson, based on what we see float by sometimes.” Indeed, the Hudson, as scenic as it is, does not scream “whale habitat.” But experts say cleanup and conservation efforts have led to cleaner waters and an abundance of fish, amenities that have attracted at least one humpback whale to the river waters off Manhattan this month."

This was a warm date wairever I satted on Tanya's lap with Panky and smellt tha Mighty River while mam sat beside me. Now I have felt lake "Lafe is too kold forn me." I have thot about wan pome. Tha Leef Lake an dried old leef in November I ken feel mine sole shriveling up and dying Lake a ded leef in January I have lost mine hope of more lafe Lake a new leef in March I am dreeming Of smells and green and reddy to spring back into Lafe. Tha End!

Brave Cold Spoilt Gentile Beautiful She has gotten a custom wheelchair fram Vermont, no, she isn't not in panes.

It is beauty.

Wot a beautiful time wairever you ken where a chunky swetter and not pant yourself halfway to deth. Wot a plesant time to enjoy tha grate outdoors in Riverside.

I feel lake sleeping in a lot with MINE papa. Haven't you never felt lake you want to sleep with yourn fother late into tha mourning? Mam stop turning tha blinds open. Good mourning and night, wurld.

Watter In MINE watter bowl You are cleen and fresh And cooling mine tongue In tha bath fram mam's hands You are brutal pounding mine hed Crashing on MINE body On tha street You are cold and damp Moistening mine pads in a tarrible weigh O watter You magnificent, tarrible beest Thank you forn keeping us hydrated.

Maybe I ken apologize forn peeing in public, eeting out of trash, jamping into a fountain and gitting so dranked that pappa had to carry me. It had sooted mine costumer wairever I was an punk rocker wairing an ironic Kiss t-shirt. Kiss is a big sellout whom played for tha Man. NOT Bottun! PLEEZ remamber I am a gud dag.