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My Tree

treeremovalDo you know what they did yesterday?

They took away my green, fuzzy tree! I liked my tree. It was really nice. It had lots of ringing bells and shiny balls all over it. I played with the balls; I rang the bells.  Everyone laughed when I played with the toys on my tree. They made it go away. I can’t believe they did that to me.

They took all the balls and bells and put them in one of those boxes that Gus likes. The box made nice noises, sounded very interesting, but I could not get into it and then they hid the box in the basement. They took the tree down and broke it into pieces. They stuffed the pieces into a really big box. I tried to stop them, but they did it anyway and now it’s gone.

They vacuumed the room; made lots of noise. Then they put a boring chair in the place where my fun tree stood. I can’t believe it. It’s gone. I must have been bad.

I am sad.

…timmy

Boxes


Every now and then, Mommy and Daddy go out.  And when they come back, they always have these really cool cardboard things for me to play on and chew!  One time, they came back with these things that Mommy puts on the stove and makes food with (I don’t get why she likes those), but she gave me the box!  And it had little cardboard things inside of it that I could throw around and make a mess with.  It made them laugh.  I like making them laugh.  Then last week, Daddy got something that Mommy called his Christmas present.  I don’t really get it, it’s a box that sits on a table and they watch pictures on it.  I’m not sure what it really does.  But it came with a HUGE box!  Daddy cut doors in it, and made me a ramp too.  I really like it.  I can climb on it, and in it, too!  And they even throw toys in there for me to play with.  And when they’re in my room with me, I can stand on top of it and give them kisses.  I like giving kisses.  Mommy says I’m a good kisser.  I think she might like me.  But my favorite boxes are the ones that they’re using.  Those are really awesome.  I really like it when Daddy and Mommy play games, because I can take over their box and then they can’t put anything away and have to stay up with me allllllll night!  It’s pretty exciting.  And I discovered that shoe boxes are almost as much fun as toilet paper!  I can shred them too.  Mommy doesn’t like it when I shred boxes or toilet paper though.  I don’t understand it.  I think it’s fun!  She’s worried about me getting something called a “blockage” again.  I don’t remember it, but she says it’s from when I ate styrofoam when I was little.  She says I didn’t like it.  Well, that’s all for today.  I have to go help Mommy do the laundry.  I’m a good helper!

Gus

Hi Friends!  My name is Gus.  More technically, I am Sir Augustus Lancelot Meowgie Esquire the third (prestigious don’t you think?), but I am referred to as “Gus” or “Gusalupagus”.

It was in October of 2007 that I was found, I was only about 4 months old.  I was left out in the cold in South Bend, Indiana.  I was being beaten by sticks, and having rocks thrown at me by mean children.  I was also being attacked by dogs (and still cannot hear a dog bark without being scared to death).  A very nice couple named Jeremy and Miriam took me in.  They tried very hard to find my family, but no one seemed to want me.  Then one day, we went on a very, very, very long drive.  All the way to Colorado.  There, I met my new family, who happened to be Jeremy’s little sister, and her husband.  (I like them, they’re my favorite)  I was very scared for the first few days, but then I saw my new home, where I had my OWN room, many toys, and plenty of food to fill my little belly.  They even let me snuggle with them on the bed!!!

Now, I’m a big boy.  They bring home boxes just for me to play in, feed me yummy things (my favorites are goldfish crackers, roast beef, and cheese), and let me do whatever I want.  Yeah, I’m pretty much totally awesome.  And everyone always comes to visit and play with me, and give me belly rubs.

Regularly, I am taken over to my arch-enemy’s house (he’s also my best friend) and I’m forced to play with him.  I don’t like him very much, I have to growl and hiss at him to keep him in his place.  But he’s learning.  I’m just scared of him because he’s so much bigger than me, and I’m such a little boy.

That’s all for now, we shall talk more later.

Kisses!

Gus