Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Good Evening from Cousin Aggie



Remember when people kept diaries and got mad when someone read them?


Now, they put everything online and get mad when people don't.


Heh, heh. *I* keep my thoughts to myself, unlike that fleabag.








P.S. Spittola and the Human are having some minor camera troubles, which is why you are being so fortunate as to see me today. They'll be along soon enough. If I say so.

15 comments:

  1. Yoo-hoo. Spiiiiiit - ty. Are you there? Some weird-looking greybeard has hijacked your blog. Come back!

    Megan
    Sydney, Australia

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  2. Wow! Mes came for a Spitty Fix and mes gotted a MEEZER!!! Mes LOVES meezers!
    Sending YOUS kisses
    Nellie

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  3. Hey Girly Girl. Who you callin' a fleabag??

    ~Caroline!

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  4. Meezer!
    And fleafree.
    Take your time fixing that camera Spitty.

    Only kidding.

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  5. Well it's nice to meet you Aggie! The Spitster and his human are having camera troubles and you're being "back-up"?? Nice to see a somewhat (!) smiling face here!!

    Hugs, Sammy

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  6. Now that's a charming face. "Howdy" from the mouse house.

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  7. Glorious blue eyes, Aggie! Nice to meet you, but you'd better say nice things about Spitty. We've heard he has a temper...

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  8. What a cutie and I LOVE the quote you posted! Soooo true! catchatwithcarenandcody

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  9. waves two ewe cuzin aggie frum all oh uz in de land oh trout !!!!!! ♥

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  10. Love your eyes, cousin Aggie! Oh my gosh, you are so right about the diary thing! MOL!

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  11. Cousin Aggie....you are just like Spittola!

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  12. Nice to see you, Aggie. Hope your brother Wally is doing good too.

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  13. HAH! Great thought, Aggie. Who said you keep your thoughts to yourself. Fleas got their camera hostage? MOL!

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  14. Never write down anything ya dont want history to discover!

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Leave me a meow or a hiss; I don't mind a hiss or two. . . or even a bitey.