MOM: Honey, it's ok. I know you've never blogged before, but you'll be FINE. Don't worry so much! Just tell the readers your story.
Sure. Yeah. Ok, Mom. My story. Ahem.
So, anyways, this is Harry, NOT Scooter. And I want to tell you what happened. See, a couple of weeks ago, we got this AWESOME toy. I think it was supposed to be for Scooter to test, see, but, well, as it turns out, the Rockstar Guitar is, like, the one coolest thing I've ever seen, ever. So, like, it became MY toy. Right? Right Mom?
MOM: That's right, honey. You play with it all the time, and sometimes you even sleep with it! Why, just the other day, I watched you take it away from Scooter!
Well, DUH, Mom. It's MINE. MY guitar. Anyways, so, naturally, as you can tell from my pictures, I'm a little on the husky side. You know. Like. I'm a big boy, or whatever. So, when I play with the guitar, I sometimes get a little rough. Ok, kinda more than a little rough. Ok, fine, a LOT rough. And as it turns out, I sorta kicked it with my hind feets too hard, and I blew out the back panel on my awesome Rockstar Guitar.
But, see, what happened was, Mom, being the awesome Mom that she is, decided she was going to fix my super-awesome guitar so I could play with it some more. Mom doesn't really know how to sew too good, but she can do a few basic repairs. So, she whipped out some black thread and a sewing needle, and she sewed up my guitar for me!!
YES! Thanks Mom.
Ok. I'm done blogging now. I'm gonna go play with my guitar. This has been Harry for Scooter on the FatKats blog. Uh...erm....well....ok. Harry, out.
MOM: If you'd like your very own rockstar guitar, you can get one from the Casbah Kitten on Etsy! It's our most-favorite toy shop!!