Chatterbox: Inkwell

The Comedy Cats

Hi Peoples! It’s me, Pumpkin, and my sis Smokey!***{Everything that is in large wording is Smokey’s side comments. She refuses to be left out. } We are cats! We use Spellcheck! We also travel the world! Okay, me and Smoke were, like traveling to jolly eld England, because why not? We had some time to kill. We found the first flight that morning and hopped aboard first class, stowawaying in some grumpy old lady’s colossal hat.We were like faux fur! As soon as we arrived, we started exploring.

First, we decided to have a proper English tea-time at the STALE BISCUIT CAFE as Smokey old girl named it. I’m not that old! I’m only two! So we put on our accents, our lace dresses, robbed some banks to pay, and ordered a nice meal of fish'n'chips. But that cruel old meanie behind the counter gave us- not a nice meal of a chip of a fish,- FRENCH FRIES! Rude! So we declined by some angry hissing, and were on our way. We went to Buckingham palace to go get ham, but were stopped by a bunch of identical dudes in funny costumes. Then, they said SCAT CAT! So we did just that. They did NOT want to see digested fake flowers from the plane.{The ladies hat had a lotta flowers on it}  Some chased us across the London Bridge, but we outran them. Yeah, those gourds** are so mean! **{Smokey either ment guards, or the french fries. We can’t tell.} We were lucky enough to have Smokey snitch a  guide  to the area somehow, {She won’t tell me how she got it} So we decided to visit the Spam River after we went to La Cat Cafe for Cats. After gaining ten pounds, we were glad  to cool off in the Spam River. So we jumped from a bridge, and we ended up in a mucky BROWN river with TRASH surrounding us, including Pumpkin. Hey! But anyways, instead of a glorious stream of spam, the delicious meat, we got a mouthful of MUD! We ended up in the Thames River.Absolutely, positively, perfectly SCANDALOUS! It turned out  that Smokey couldn't read, and she was holding the guide upside down! It’s not my fault I failed kindergarten! But that was the final fish. {It is the ‘last straw’ for hoomans,  the ‘last fish’ for cats] See you in America! Take that, fish’n’chips! Goodbye gourds, I will NOT miss you! Me neither!