So the wite rat decides he's a poet and starts riting Skee-kooz, which are Haikus by Skeezix. (As usual, he dint spell it rite.) I've got a Skee-ku for him:
Wite rat reeks of poop.Pritty good, huh??
Stinky poop hole in my face.
Two werds: Cat Diperz.
--- A Haiku by Maobert Nichols
The food man took the wite rat out for a wok on the leesh. The wite rat looked like an idiot in that stoopid bloo sweeter with his name on it that is strate out of "Laverne and Shirley." I supervized, as usual, since the wite rat isn't smart enuf to know his way around the outside, even on a leesh. Rocky was sleeping off a hangover in the gutter (like, so wut else is new?)
Anuther invader on the property hoo will need to be terminated. I'm going to be reely dehydrated by marking so many spots to assert my athority.
I wuz abowt to choke the breth out of the wite rat when the food lady came in with her pikchur machine and took a foto. So I had to move my arms down so it looked like I was being all luvey dovey with the wite rat. Humans are so clooless.
