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rite now is a rough time to be in mine famly, as 2 of the humanse (literly half of the humanse) is sick and/or hurted.

Fristly, mine foodgiver, otherwise known as mine grammar (mother of mine mother), who has been hurted on by a type of thing called surgery. This is when doctors and nurses stab at your tummyparts with nives and sords to atempting to fix a sort of problem. I donot kno what the problem is, but I think all of the stabing has fixed it now, or perhap not and all the stabing is just ment to make the problem less bad by comparerson? Eitfer way, doctores and nurses have made lots of holes in my grammar and she has to be laying down most of the time so her tummyparts donot slop out from the holes like her organse are like prary dogse coming out of there several burose.

Secondy, mine mother, who is always full of diseses and alements like a test toob full of plage gummich, has yet anofer disease which is tonselitis. that is a disese of the mouthparts, in the tonsiles wich is a sort of flapping between the breathpipe and the talkbits. they got all icked upon by bad bateriea (a type of very small battery?) and they are swolened up and all grose and i looked at them when she was yourning and it looked like two lumps of burned pepperony meat in there with all the blistrings and it is so grose.

And she is too laying down a lot and coplaining and complaining even more than grammar even, even tho she only has smale pepperony meat dysfuncting and not major holage!!! get gripping on it, winy mother!!!

I sit with her some time as tonserlitis makes mother less talking than usuale (may be swolen talk flapse have closed her word door?) and that is more beringable, but she aslo is needly for hugings and cudlings and even the electricity blanket is not worth all that problems for me. when mother is crying that she canot do unerversity work bc of feeva or that only food she can eat is cold jely and icedcream then i go and sit with grammar becuse she pets discretely and mosty leafes me alone.

I donot know wat mother proplem is as doin work is no fun anyway i asume and jely and ice cream look like the most delishis of foods to be eating more than bad potater or vegbles or other stuffs, and a feeva is basicaly free warming wich during winter is like a bonus treat. like may be tonsiserlitis hurts a bit and the large pepperonies mean u canot eat hot or sharp foods like spicey crisp or sosage roles, but do not complane so much and ruining mine day about it!!!

and because of literally halfe of humanse in the house being in the sicked shop for repairs (bed), the main humans who are doing care of me and the other catse is… the other 2 of them. if you are an expert of my blog u kno that means Uncle Cool and Bad Grampar.

Uncle Cool for the mostly is being cool, but more cool to Grammar and sometimes to mother than to me and my needings. He is fetching Grammar warm drinkings and medicines and her dinners and sometimes giving mother her ice cream and “anti bionic” pills to kill the critters living inside of her (pesumingly may be microbots sent by elton munt to turn her into a syber truck?) , and a lot of the time we watch big grownup tv shows together like The Simptoms (like the simptoms of mothers various alements hahaha) and Boburger (about a guy call bob who has a burger shop call boburger), but mosty the sickingness is a disrupting to mine routine of meales and snackings. He thinks mine boy meals and boy slops are grose and is a bit tentative about putting them in bowles.

And Bad Grampar (who I am still ragefilled at for destroying MINE DILLONIA COUNTRY THAT I DISCOVER some months ago) is mosty distracted by his labtop computer and his movie disks to giving us fooding that often. It is anoying so I brush around his feets and say meows a lot at him, but becuse of his headsphone i donot think he notise or caring. But when he does feeding is he give us LARGE PORTINGS becuse i donot think he kno how much a catting need to eat. He is roatsting us a BIG CHICKENS for our dinners and it is nice.

The other cats are also taking tha ilnessis some sorta way. Loki is Grammar’s cat rly and hangs out with her a lot of time, wile Ziggy hang out with mother and is more tolerint of mother’s clingitude and wanting afectings.

Ziggy is purring always and mosty a happy to be there type guy, but mothers coffings from her sore froat scares him some time and he runse away from frite. He say it rimindes him of like a barking of a dog and after wards he goes back to mother becuse he feel gilty for runing away. his interior stupidities of his smale brane are misterious to me.

I will write agan later proly wen grammar’s holes have shutted and mother’s tonsiles are less meaty and grose.