Trixie rushed into the den, barely taking the time to take off her coat and scarf. "Dweezil, so tell me all about our new restaurant. She cried out breathlessly, "I can hardly wait to hear all about it.
"Trixie sit down and catch your breath, " Dweezil smiled as he walked over to the desk and removed a full color brochure. Putting on his reading glasses, he opened it and began reading.
"The Cat City Cafe is the only establishment in Cat City owned by descendants of the founding family. In 1884, Louella Katz defied her father and opened a saloon and restaurant catering to the hoards of miners flooding the town. Word spread quickly of her fair prices and delectable meals and soon the Cafe was the largest and most well known establishment in the county. From that time until the present day, it has been wholly owned and operated by a female member of the Katz family. It's doors have remained open in even the hardest of times. During the great depression it served as the town's soup kitchen. And in every armed conflict, From World War I to the current action in Afghanistan it has served as a little reminder of home for our brave service cats in action."
Trixie listened intently, but something was bothering her so she had Dweezil read it again. And finally after hearing it for the second time, asked, "But Dweezil what kind of food are they serving at the Cafe?"
To find out exactly what is being served at the Katz City Cafe go to www.welcometokatzcity.com
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Finding Home Part III
"While we're waiting for Trixie," Dweezil said, let me tell you a little about the town. Anneabelle, this should interest you, Let me see where did I put that description. Oh yes, here it is.
Katz City School is a progressive pre-K through 12 grade school. Principal Paul Kirki, PhD and Vice Principal Sally Alba, MA are taking the school into the 21st century with a host of progressive programs in the arts and athletics while maintaining the high educational standards that have made the school famous in this part of the state."
Go to www.welcometokatzcity.blogspot.com to see what's going on at Katz City School.
Katz City School is a progressive pre-K through 12 grade school. Principal Paul Kirki, PhD and Vice Principal Sally Alba, MA are taking the school into the 21st century with a host of progressive programs in the arts and athletics while maintaining the high educational standards that have made the school famous in this part of the state."
Go to www.welcometokatzcity.blogspot.com to see what's going on at Katz City School.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Finding Home Part II Katz City
"Calm down," Dweezil said as the family rushed to him with a thousand questions. "Let me sit down and Squig why don't you call Trixie and tell her to come over, she's going to want to hear about it too.
As soon as Squig came back, Dweezil sat himself down and said, " Katz City is the garden spot of southern Colorado. According to their website. It is a town built on silver with a golden future.
To see what's going on in Katz City go to www.welcometokatzcity.blogspot.com
As soon as Squig came back, Dweezil sat himself down and said, " Katz City is the garden spot of southern Colorado. According to their website. It is a town built on silver with a golden future.
To see what's going on in Katz City go to www.welcometokatzcity.blogspot.com
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Finding Home Part II
Dweezil was so happy, he almost skipped into the kitchen. He was holding an email he had printed and could hardly wait to share his good news with the rest of the family.
He stopped cleared his throat and then began, "Dear Mr. Felinerino,"
Squig, dropped his morning paper, and placing his paws squarely on the table, leaned forward and hissed, "read that to me again."
"Dear Mr. Felinerino," Dweezil repeated, puzzled over his friends' reaction.
"And Mr. Felinerino would be," Squig asked, laying back his ears.
"Me," Dweezil said touching his paw to his chest, "I am Mr. Felinerino."
"You mean to tell me that for all of these years while you were giving me a load of crap about being Squigman Igmeioukowski, you were hiding a name like Felinerino? Wasn't just a few months ago that a cat named Felinerino actually had the nerve to say that a worm or an amoeba would be embarrassed to be named Igmeiouskowski,"
"There is absolutely no comparison between Felinerno and Igmeioukowski," Dweezil said airily, waving his paw for emphasis. Felinerino is melodious and bell sounding. It is regal and uplifting. While Igmeioukowski sounds like a bad combination of a lady cat in heat and duck farting,"
"Why you, miserable snake," Squig squawked preparing to hurl himself on to Dweezil. He was stopped almost in mid leap by shriek of a police whistle.
Yvette lowered her whistle and said calmly, "Is there something else you would like to share with us Dweezil, besides our last name."
"Yes," Dweezil grumbled. "My offer to buy the Katz City Cafe was excepted. We are moving to Colorado in the spring.
He stopped cleared his throat and then began, "Dear Mr. Felinerino,"
Squig, dropped his morning paper, and placing his paws squarely on the table, leaned forward and hissed, "read that to me again."
"Dear Mr. Felinerino," Dweezil repeated, puzzled over his friends' reaction.
"And Mr. Felinerino would be," Squig asked, laying back his ears.
"Me," Dweezil said touching his paw to his chest, "I am Mr. Felinerino."
"You mean to tell me that for all of these years while you were giving me a load of crap about being Squigman Igmeioukowski, you were hiding a name like Felinerino? Wasn't just a few months ago that a cat named Felinerino actually had the nerve to say that a worm or an amoeba would be embarrassed to be named Igmeiouskowski,"
"There is absolutely no comparison between Felinerno and Igmeioukowski," Dweezil said airily, waving his paw for emphasis. Felinerino is melodious and bell sounding. It is regal and uplifting. While Igmeioukowski sounds like a bad combination of a lady cat in heat and duck farting,"
"Why you, miserable snake," Squig squawked preparing to hurl himself on to Dweezil. He was stopped almost in mid leap by shriek of a police whistle.
Yvette lowered her whistle and said calmly, "Is there something else you would like to share with us Dweezil, besides our last name."
"Yes," Dweezil grumbled. "My offer to buy the Katz City Cafe was excepted. We are moving to Colorado in the spring.
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