On the third anniversary of the date Pye graced my doorstep with her presence, I think it no small coincidence the Pope graced the U.S. with his presence. I watched the ceremonies with rapt attention. I’m not Catholic, but I do greatly respect Pope Francis and appreciate what he’s doing for the Catholic church and Christianity as a whole.
In honor of these two great events, the third anniversary of Life with Pye and Pope Francis’ visit to the U.S., I present another guest post from Zen Master Pye: Feeding the Cat. For those of you wondering, per Zen Master Pye’s insistence I have converted most of her LOLspeak to English for the ease of learning the lessons.
Pye fishing for a minnow. (Don’t worry – the minnow was never in any real danger.)
Lesson Two – Feeding the Cat
Oh Hai! This iz Zen Master Pye, your teacher in teh wayz of the Zen from da kittehs point of view. Today we will learn about feeding da cat Zen Master and the importance of doing so in a timely manner.
Editor’s Note: Every year my cat writes a Holiday Letter From Da Kitteh. This started several years ago after I received a very proper Holiday Letter from some relatives.
I used to write an English version and an LOL Speak version. I would then place the version I thought most favored by the recipient into their Christmas card, and mail it off. I did get some strange looks from a few friends that first year, but most took it in stride. (Eh, screw ’em if they can’t take a joke. I’m too old secure to care.)
LOLSpeak, also known as LOLCat when used by cats. The singing is optional.
That first year, I sent the LOL Speak version to my 86-year-old grandmother on a whim. Not owning a computer or being tech savvy, she had never seen LOL Speak.
But that didn’t matter; she LOVED it. My 86-year-old grandmother “got” LOL Speak. She said she laughed so hard tears streamed down her face. She brought it down to dinner at the retirement home and read it to her dinner companions, who also loved it. She loved the letter more than anyone else has ever expressed to me. Nothing makes me happier than to know my writing makes someone laugh, and especially that it did that for my grandmother.
(Editor’s note: The following is a holiday letter from my cat and I to the interwebs. It’s written in LOL speak, and you can find more of it plus many funny cat pictures at ICanHasCheezeburger.com. If you don’t like LOL Speak, feel free to skip this.
Some of you are new here, and probably haven’t seen this letter before. Every year I send a similar letter from my cat to my patient and understanding friends and relatives. I say ‘patient and understanding’ because they have yet to lock me up. But there’s always tomorrow.)
I took this really awesome video of a fantastic light display for you all - twice - but there was an issue both times. Sorry. Instead, here's a crappy out-of-focus photo. Yeah, I'm about as good with giving the right gift, too.
Da Kitteh’s Holiday Letter to da Interwebz
Iz tiem again 4 da holidai update lettr frum teh kitteh! Since mah hooman an all her relativez enjoy them so mutch, im doin them evry yer nao. Im vry happeh 2 do dis post 4 u, 2. But, wait! There’s more…
O Hai Interwebz! Dis iz also da guest post frum da kitteh. Member meh? Shur yu do! Mai hooman offen talkz abot meh, an now I iz gunna be yur nu favorit blogger! Dis iz mai first post.
(Editor’s note: The following is a holiday letter from my cat (and I) to the interwebz. I am a crazy cat lady who sends a similar letter every year from my cat to my patient and understanding friends and relatives. I say ‘patient and understanding’ because they have yet to lock me up in the funny farm. It’s written in LOL speak, and you can find more of it plus many funny cat pictures at ICanHasCheezeburger.com. If you don’t like LOL Speak, feel free to skip this.)
Da Kitteh’s Holiday Letter to da Interwebz
Itz dat tyme agin fer da Kittehz Updat Holiday Letter at teh holiday timez! Since mai hooman an all her relatifs lyk mai lettars soo much, I iz doin dem evry yeer now! I no you are vera happi bout dis. I is vera happi, tu!
2010 haz been anuther gwate yeer! I turnd 16 and I still feel and act lyk a yung kitteh. Mom (mai hooman) took gud care of me, az alwayz. I still gotz a bathz dis yeer, tho, but I don tink I waz durty. I also gotz meny nu toyz and speshul treets! I slept an playd a lot, too. Iz had sum helth isuzz, but wit da owful medacinz I feelin preti gud. Lif iz reely gud for da spoild kitteh lyk meh. But, wait! There’s more…