I bin layzee

I knoez it, I nawt bin typin' liek I shudda bin.

Mumma bin walkin' meh ebbree day, an sumtiemz I seez bunneh an' chaess it.

Teh othr nite, mumma bin talkin' to some laydee, an' she let goez ov meh so I kud go luk foar bunneh. I goed walkin', I sniffed teh bushiz an' den wuz gonna sniffz moar bushiz but den I wuz stuk! Mai leesh nawt wunna lets meh. Datz okeh kuz i can has klevar kitteh. I zkootid owt bakwerdz an' went to tellz mumma dat teh leesh wuz meen to meh, nawt letz meh walkiez.

Mumma pikd meh up an' we goed hoam. We goed owt nex dae an' fownd mai leesh. I haz two, so iz okeh if I looz wun, rite?

(Elfi's note: I stopped to chat with a woman who asked questions about KB, and let go of his leash to let him wander around. He's not hard to locate again. After about five minutes, he comes strolling back, with no leash or harness. It had got caught in a bracket on one of the stairwells, and he'd scooted out of the harness. I'm so proud, he just came strolling back and we went home. The next day, I put his other harness on him and we went back out.)

I haz fun. I pees on stuf. It ar gud.