August 9th 2011 4:16 am
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I planned on writing this diary on Sunday, to no avail as my bros Landy and Angel Bentley had bad luck with running into diary fleas. I hear from them now that things are back to normal. Woo-Hoo! Now this is another reason to sing.
Now, back to the title . . . I was taking a nap on Mommy's bed when all of a sudden I woke up singing: "Murrah, murrah, murrah, murrah, murrah, mup, mup, mup!" This bought Bail and Mommy to the bed. They stared at me with wonder and concern. Mommy asked "are you okay?" and Bail then asked with his mind (yes cats read each other's minds), "what are you singing about". I responded back with my mind. "I was having a nice dream and when I woke up, I saw my lovely Mommy and you, my floofy bro, talking to me". He said, "Oh" and "You certainly have the music in you and you ought to try out for the Takoma Park Folk Festival this coming September."
Anyway, this is my diary and hopefully I get luck with saving this one.
Purrs & Breeps to all,
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