Oct-01-08 October is Here!

Now that the chilly fall weather is upon us, many love to don a comfy sweater or knit cap in the evening. I have a natural coat of fur and a bushy tail which I wrap around my shoulders like a scarf to keep me warm. Still, I like to wear wool socks with my badass sneakers when the north winds begin to blow. Occasionally I get snagged on a branch as I'm makin traxx in and out of my home tree. My granny showed me a cool trick you can use on those pesky snags...First of all she said "never cut a snag, cause then you will have a hole, and it will begin to unravel, getting bigger and bigger." She told me what you do is get your squerly self a crochet hook and poke through the back of the garment right next to the snag. Grab the loop with the end of the hook and gently pull it through to the back. Take out the hook, now stretch the wool in every direction around where the snag was and soon, you will no longer have a hole or a snag! Hope it works for ya. I'm goin out to scout around for Kootenscat Kitty. I think I forgot to tell you that I saw her at the party me an Chico went to with Badgy. Boy she's cute. This party was a trip. They had a sign on the front door that said "Turd Museum, All Kinds of Good Shit." The owner was doing art with gun powder on the floor- really cool. Anyway I saw her and she saw me and I said hi - and she said hi back. We both smiled a lot till the crowd kind of swallowed me up and I couldn't see where she was any more between all the I.F.'s and the smoke. Not much else to report but a good start. I have never been shy before, but there's just something about those big green eyes and long white white whiskers. She was wearing a red collar with diamonds and a little gold bell. Anyway, I haven't seen her for a couple of weeks and my eyes are lonely. I think she's afraid to hang out in the neighborhood now- scared of Ratley and his evil gang, most of us with sense are. But scared or not, if they ever touch one hair on her tail I'll kill them all and that punk ass toy Pinocchio they answer to - I swear it. Squerl N. Tuttle