Okay. So it has been a long time since Milo or I came to post on this blog. Do you know why? Because we have been VERY BUSY doing MANY IMPORTANT THINGS that are MORE IMPORTANT than putting posts on this blog. Also tell me this. Tell me why is it a post? You say it is a post. I don't think so. I cannot put my claws in it and tear with great ferocity. To the best of my knowledge a post is a thing for putting claws in and tearing RRRRRWWWRRRR very fierce, to indicate FERALNESS and also RRRROROOOWRORRWOWWWWRRRR type feelings.
Well, so here is something to say: I am missing a friend. My friend did not have a name but he was a 'go-fer' according to Uncle Bryan. Go-fur? I don't know. Whatever. I liked my gofur friend very much, especially in the sense of attacking with all paws and RRRRWRWOWOORRRRR and so on, but my friend seems to have disappeared somwhere. I do not know where. This is like the time there was a MOUSE VISITOR visiting under the bed upstairs and I thought I would amuse myself with the mouse visitor in the sense of BATBATBAT also TAPTAPTAPTAP with paws but NOOOO Uncle Bryan said NOOOO BUCKLEY and I was batbatbatted away and I do not know where the mouse visitor went exactly either but Uncle Bryan had a box and he went outside and then no more mouse visitors AT ALL. But I had the gofur friend. Milo wanted the gofur friend, didn't you Milo? You pathetic little runt. I HAD THE GOFUR FRIEND and then what? Where did he go? Under the table? No. Under the bed? No. Not upstairs. Not downstairs.
Uncle Bryan says, hey Buckley where is your gofur friend? And I say DAMMIT UNCLE BRYAN I HAVE NO IDEA, WHY DON'T YOU DO SOMETHING USEFUL LIKE FIND MY GOFUR FRIEND IF YOU ARE SO SMART AND HUMAN? But he doesn't, no one does.
Milo, if you took my gofur friend and hid him for your own batbatbatting purposes... I swear, I will chew your ears so hard you will cry. I MEAN IT MILO.
