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Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Tales of Text from the High Chair

Alistair Cookie: Narrator Extraordinaire
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Hello again to the readers who love my great narrations. To those who don’t, give it time: I’m cute and funny. Just look at this face; makes you want to pinch those little cheeks, right? Well, don’t you do it, just love me from afar.

Normally I enjoy a trip to the great outdoors. But oh, what to do on those rainy days? You know those inside days? Shh, ready the cookies, and see what I have found to make us all happy. (Crunch, munch, slurp). From my glorious high chair I survey the great land before me. My Papa looks up and smiles so sweetly at me. He has determined that I need a new sand box. This time it would have a lid to prevent my cat Fluffy from entering it. Fluffy couldn’t help herself. She and I would often “text” each other about such things. There were no secrets between me and old Fluffy. This is where our story begins; a tale of text from the high chair. (Ahem, crunch, crunch.)

From the table there came a low whirring sound… and then music! Ah, the fun phone had been left on! Steel drums started banging and tanging, and lots of little people “sanging.” Then I read Fluffy’s text message: “I know you.”

I giggled loudly and texted back: “I.O.U. 2.” It was great fun and I lost track of time texting my cat, enjoying the great banter. That Fluffy has thousands of jokes! I ordered the vendor six pack of 6,000 jokes. Though I’m not sure what a “vendor” is, nevertheless, there are 6,000 citty cat jokes coming soon to a location near me!! (Ha, ha, ha, aha! Crunch)

My Papa returned to the kitchen, and with great excitement, he talked to my Mum. I don’t recall seeing him this happy, ever. Yet, he had thousands of orders he’d received for the new sand box invention. Oh, perfect day!! Even without the shining sun, the room was brightly lit. My Papa went back to his phone, punching in letters, while mine, simultaneously, requested Fluffy’s citty cat vet number.

I asked my Mum, “Is the ‘cc number’ the same number the vet gives Fluffy for a citty cat check up?”

Papa looked up and spoke, “Alistair, please hand me your phone.” At that moment Fluffy appeared and I knew the text time was over. I handed the phone to Papa, and watched as he left for the great outdoors. He stood by the old oak tree for the longest time. He’d look at one phone and then the other. I watched as he began shaking his head: “no, no, no, and no.” Finally Papa’s laughter was really ringing through the trees. I knew he must be reading Fluffy’s jokes.


  1. Sounds like great fun for a rainy day! All texting aside (smile), I just love that glorious little face! And, yes, I'd love to pinch those little chubby cheeks, but I'll stay this side of the computer. lol...

    Dixie, I enjoyed reading this today. You gave me a big smile with your narrative. You're very good with words! Kudos to the little one and Fluffy...

    Enjoy the day,

  2. Hi Mattie,
    Alistair Cookie: 2008 archive:
    "The Great Outdoors" 11/13/08
    "In my Small World" 11/13/08
    "Merry Cookies" 12/12/08
    "Tiny Tyke suffers abuse from head penguin" 12/30/08
    There you go. My nephew is featured in those. The comments are a hoot. Hie name is Pavel, lives in France; I wish you could hear him say: wann-na coook-kee?
    Thank you Mattie. want a cookie?

  3. Alistair Cookie:-) Hello 'cheeky chops'. It is so nice to read another one of your lovely narrations. It has been such a long time.
    Speaking of the 'great outdoors'; did you know that my blog name 'klahanie', means the 'great outdoors'?
    But hey Alistair, on those rainy days you sure can have fun in 'the great indoors':-) As you survey all before you, you know just how of a good time you can have. What with Papa and the thought of a new sand box, Fluffy the text-sending cat and let's not forget...cookies!
    Thanks for another wonderful narration Alistair. Our dog 'Penny' was going to send a text but kept hitting the 'paws' button by mistake... Bye for now Alistair. I am going to have a nice English biscuit...yummy:-)

  4. Sir Klahanie,
    Yes, I remember your blog and the great outdoors! There's a nice photo of Penny; I like dogs too.
    I'm grateful for your comments. Since you're leaving for a biscuit, I'll head back to my dish of cookies! Bye sir. Thank you.


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