the kitten chronicles - part 88

My mother is officially terrified of the boys. This is a bit strange because she has never met them. But as a reader of the Kitten Chronicles she has been exposed to their bad behavior and is now convinced they will attack her during Thanksgiving dinner. To which I reply," Pshaw!"" Perhaps some comedic exaggeration has been employed in the tales of the fur-faces in this space?", I offer. Just ask Sarah Pallin, who on the weekend, blasted the "lamestream media" and accused them of constantly lying. And that's the big boys, the blogisphere is jammed full of blatant untruth. Well, of course, that's the fun of it. Do the boys really have razor-sharp claws and leap through the air at things in a random fashion? Actually, yes. But not all the time. Just when I need it to make a post funny. Did Stephen Leacock actually know A, B and C from the math problems in his short story? Probably, he was pretty old after all - I believe he used to drink sherry with D - but that's a story for another day. I promised my Mom I would imprison the lads in the basement to reduce the chances of an unprovoked attack. But they're getting very good at forcing open doors. Might be a chance of a special guest appearance at dinner. The horror. The horror! xxx dad