Hello, my dearest friends!

I hope things are well with you. I had a mostly uneventful month – my only medical news lately is the Bum Ick That Will Not Die. Though my allergic dermatitis slowly clearing up, I’m pretty tired of getting it. At least I didn’t have to wear a horrid pink collar this time.

More exciting, for me, at least, is that it’s nearly International Talk Like a Pirate Day once again. How many days do we get that celebrate the bad boy that lurks inside each of us (yes, even me, though I know you love me anyway.) If you come to visit and find me “yo-ho”ing, you’ll know why. Here’s one of the songs I’ve come up with for this year’s celebration:

Pirates’ Life For Me (Tabby’s Place edition)

Yo ho, yo ho a pirate’s life for me.
We’re pumas, and panthers, we’re tigers and toms,
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
We rampage and ravage ‘til you’ll rub our tums,
Drink up me ‘earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.
All leopards and lions, no mere kitty-cats
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
But soften we will for your scritches and pats
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.

A rascal, a scoundrel, but really your chum
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
Your devilish Boots with the weird crusty bum,
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me.
I’m handsome and daring and sometimes a cad,
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
This time I’ve escaped that pink collar doodad,
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.

This kindle ain’t hard, tho sans Prozac I fight,
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.
I’d happily sit on your good lap all night!
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho.

Hmmm…that didn’t turn out quite as pirate-y as I’d planned. Do real pirates get belly rubs? Well, they should!

Arrrr! Enjoy the holiday, me ‘earties!

Your very own Pirate Boot(s)y