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    1. Um duz u want sum rumwiv ur gushifud?

      1. Ai fink kitteh wants pie rite?

        1. Aarr! Uv corse!

          1. :-)
            Conga rats on ur taupe spot!
            Lets have sum aplol pie with whipped cream! And liquid refreshmints of course!

  1. Reddi-made pyratt kitteh inna bawks! Gotta hab wun! Wear do Ai order dem frum? :roll:

    1. And they’re only 19.99!
      And if you order now, you get two for the price of rhum!

  2. Wun see-shanty comin’ up, Cattain Blakkface!

    ♫♫ Hawl awai, yu kitteh kats,
    Heev awai! Hawl awai!
    Hawl awai, yu fuzzi katz,
    Weer bownd foar Souf AwStraylya!

    Adn itz OOOooo, yu kitteh, yu look funneh!
    All teh human girls, tehy loves yu foar yur munneh!

    Wot does we do wiffa singing kitteh,
    Wot does we do wiffa singing kitteh,
    Wot does we do wiffa singing kitteh,
    Earlee in teh mornin?

    Feedim fromma dish of food taht’s gushi,
    Feedim fromma dish of food taht’s gushi,
    Feedim fromma dish of food taht’s gushi,
    Earlee in teh monin!! ♫♫

    1. *rayzis flagon ov grog in tyme wiv teh shanty*
      aarrrr that bee a heartee sawng Lungdoc!

    2. Purring, up he rises!
      Purring, up he rises!
      Purring, up he rises!
      Purring, up he rises!
      Urlay inda morning!

      1. Dat be a fyne pair o lungs ye haz thar wench!

        1. *grabs GumbieParrit’s paws wings*
          *dansis hur rownd teh rume*
          *dans dans dans dans dans dans dans dans* :-D :-D :-D

          1. Lub ur pye ratt hat, SP!

  3. Fibe teen kittehs awna cat man’s chest
    Miow miow miow an a bottlol uv milks.

  4. Well all right, Lucy, here’s your shanty–

    Por o por teh pie rut sherrie
    Pass o pass teh pie rut noms
    An tu maek us moer then merrie
    Let teh pie ruts fill theyr tums!

    Now, where is my parakeet? Here, Tweety.

    1. Woot! ♫♫ *Tootles teh pennywhissle so Tweety can dansdansdans teh hornpipe* ♫♫

      1. Foar todai teh pyrat kitten
        Graduates from pyrat-skool;
        Final hiz exams are written,
        Adn he iz nobodee’s fool!
        He haz got hiz pyrat hat on
        Adn his boat of kardbord bocks;
        Now he gets his kaptan’s baton
        adn pulls up hiz pyrat socks!
        Off he goes, tu sail teh waters,
        From teh skoolbooks he iz freed;
        Coastal folks, go warn yur daughters!
        He’z a pirat nao indeed!

        (Wif continual aplologees to Glibert adn Sullolivan) ;)

        1. Applesauce! Applesauce!

  5. (burfday fairy iz not so gud at teh pi rat tawk. plz to ekskyooz teh norml lolspeek.)

    heers teh burfday fairy to say HAPPEE BURFDAY to phat cat, Petalchrome an evreewun else hoo haz a burfday today! i haz bringd yummy fudjy burfday caeks, rum caeks wif fluffy rum frosting (plz to nom responsibloly), iskreem, pirate party punch, fansee blak pirate hats, an goodie bags filled wif shiny pirate swords, talking toi parrits, tresure chests filld wif tresures, kandee, an temporary pirate tattooz! :D an a big swish ob teh burfday wand to making all yor burfday wishes come troo!


    iz also teh burfingday ob Mamagwyn hoo wented ahed ob us to teh bridje last yeer. so i haz bringd brite-colurd baloonz an shiny markers to write messijes to mamagwyn or anywun else yoo wants to remember, to send to teh Meddow.

    The Kafleen the Donkey Burfday Song (by Kafleen the Donkey):

    It’s yer burfday
    an dats wunnurmuss
    it’s yer burfday, it’s troo!
    ebben doe deres
    uddurs sharin it
    dere is onlee WUN SPESHUL U!

    1. Fanks, burfdayfairy!! *Uses shiny marker to draw pirat face on big baloon to send Happy Burfday wishes to Mamagwyn over teh bridge* Adn happi burfday to all teh burfday cheezpeeps! *Munches chocolate dubloon from tresure-chest adn sips pirate party punch, sip sip*

    2. *sends a balloon for the newcomers in the meadow*
      *daintily noms a huge * tiny piece of cake*
      Thank you oh lovely burfday wench!

    3. *piks owt blak wite bloon*
      *drawrz blak skull’n’krossbonez awn it*
      wut? Burfday Fairy nawt hazza wite markur! :-P
      *rites awn teh card…*
      Deer Mamagwyn,
      Ai hoeps yoo am berry happeh in teh meddoe, an getting tu snorglol an cuddlol an snugglol awl teh kittehs an goggies an peeplols yoo want tu. Plz tu gib speshlol hugzs tu mai Dadcat, an mai hart-goggie, Lucy. Plz tu tell dem ai lubs dem an ai miss dem. An ai miss yoo, tuu. Happeh birfingday, deer frend!
      Lubs ♥
      *tyz card tu string*
      *lets goe*
      *watchis bloon flai ohai an ober tu teh meddoe*
      kthxbai, bloon!
      fang q Burfday Fairy! ♥

  6. Buckle yer swashes ai be settin sail across teh ̶c̶a̶r̶p̶e̶t̶ seven seas!

  7. *Hartilee grabs bloon frum burfday pyrate fairee* *Drawwz skull-n-x-bones wif blakk pen, n “Mamagwen: Ai nebber gnu yoo beefour but Ai wish yoo well n gno yoo r prancing & snorgloling lottza kittehs n goggies n awl da uffer animlols der. Pleez tell mai Bella Ai miss her.” *Taeks bloon tu da crow’s nest ob da mizzenmast n letz go*

  8. Frum Pirate (Kittehs) of Penzance

    I am the very model of a modern Kitteh-General,
    I’ve tuna steaks and cod and skate; of chicken I have several
    I know the cats of Katmandu and others geographical
    From modern times where Kittehs climb to others neoclassical

    Lungdoc says:

    September 19, 2012 at 3:09 pm
    Adn wehn Ai learn teh diffrence of a puzzl from a paradocks
    Adn more important, learn to tell a shoe-rack from a litterbocks,
    Adn wear mai pyrat-patch wiff pride, adn nok all teh fridge-magnets down,
    Yu’ll sai no finer Kitteh-General haz ever been arown!

  9. Yu’ll sai no finer Kitteh-General haz ever been arownd!


  10. Fifteen manx on a ded man’s chest,
    Yo-ho-ho adn a bottlol of rum.
    Drink and teh debbil had done with teh rest.
    Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

    Down to the dregs and down to the stones,
    Down to the locker of Davy Jones,
    Down to the crypt of the captain’s bones,
    Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

    Down to the depths and down to the den,
    Down to the final port of toona men.
    Nobody there’s coming back again.
    Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

    Stay to the land and to London town,
    Stay where your boots will keep dry-dirt brown.
    Stay where Poseidon can’t drag you down,
    Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum.

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