The Atticus Diaries

[SV Dad]

In my eyes. They are guilty even if proven innocent.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be suspects, right?

 

[Carykd7kau]

right!

 

[John Campbell]

right!

Now you know down deep that Atticus is the perfect little kitten who occasional gets in trouble, but for the most part is quite innocent with an master that is over exaggerating.

 

[Carykd7kau]

Well, again, I must recuse myself as I have a similarly delinquent male Savannah cat who has begun to show his true colors. I have to sympathize with the Atticus human. Savannah boys kittens can be a ... P.I.T.A. But I do not have alcohol to turn to as a tranquilizer.

 

[John Campbell]

Well, again, I must recuse myself as I have a similarly delinquent male Savannah cat who has begun to show his true colors. I have to sympathize with the Atticus human. Savannah boys kittens can be a ... P.I.T.A. But I do not have alcohol to turn to as a tranquilizer.

To help with your kitties defense, I am sure that Witchy would be glad to tell you what brand wine she uses.... It seems to be quite effective.

 

[WitchyWoman]

Just a second ago dere wuz 3 vases up here wif me but one of dem mysteriously falls off and smashes to peeces. I defeeted da QuakeHold. Momma sez I have to sit up here all da time now to fill da space up.

 

[John Campbell]

Atticus, you need to tell mommy that those vases were supposed to be on the floor in the first place, because any earth quake, tornado, or hurricane that comes by could knock them over and break them. Tell her you were just repositioning them for their safety and one accidentally slipped... And btw, you look good up there with them vases.

 

[Patti]

Good heavens, those suckers are huge! You are a powerful beast to defeat the vase and the QuakeHold putty Atticus!!!

 

[Rafiki]

Apparently savannahs are a more powerful force of nature than a mere earthquake.

 

[WitchyWoman]

'Twas the night before Friday, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The cats were nestled all snug in their bed;
While visions of catnip danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief had just settled her brain
for a long winter's nap,

When soon on the mattress a paw there was raised
and bopped a cat on the head;
Soon after there arose such a clatter, with spits and hisses and tails all afluff;

And the smoke began to pour from momma’s ears;
it encircled her head like a wreath;
She had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when she yelled, like a bowl full of jelly.
She was chubby and plump, and not at all jolly,
As the cats wrestled and fought;

And soon the cats knew they had something to dread;
As she sprang with a harsh yell from the depths of her bed;
Out Atticus, out Maliik, damned spotted creatures from hell;
And out of the room and down the hall did they scatter;
Cause momma was mad, mad as a hatter;
Their claws slipped and they dashed away with a clatter;
And heard momma shout, stay away stay out and maybe
I’ll have a good night.