Sunday, January 04, 2004
Our spaceships are fuzzier than your spaceships.
People here think they're soooo great for landing one little spaceship on Mars. Hah! We Martian kitties land spaceships in every city on this planet, whenever we want to! I don't want to be catty about this, but, oh, what the heck--mmeeeeeowwwwrrrr!
Boston is not a good place for Martian kitties. Next time I'm going to pack a bigger lunch box, and fill it with nothing but spicy sauce. I am so tired of pigeon eggs with cigarette butt garnish. I saw some big white birds floating in the pond, but they turned out to be made of some kind of wood. Swan boats, they call them. When I get home, I'm going to eat 6 ditlgrns at one sitting, I promise you!
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
My Martian kitty whiskers are still vibrating from the catnip-flavored eggnog they serve at the Ritz. I love Boston!
Monday, December 01, 2003
"Meow, meow!" According to my EnglishTranslateGyrex, that's what humans would have thought I was saying as I climbed out of my spaceship today in the middle of Boston Common.
Of course, what I really meant was, "Look at the sunshine!"
I know I'm going to like it here a lot. Tell Raftron I'm sorry it took me so long to get started posting, but dry leaves are so irresistible for chasing. OK, bye, naptime!
Of course, what I really meant was, "Look at the sunshine!"
I know I'm going to like it here a lot. Tell Raftron I'm sorry it took me so long to get started posting, but dry leaves are so irresistible for chasing. OK, bye, naptime!
