Fair unbalanced

Gen’lemans,

      I am all disturbated by you folks’s continual portrayal of me an’ my peeps as fly boys workin’ our hood and sich.

     Please present (in da future) a mo’ “fair unbalanced” portrayal of me an’ my peeps’s actual doings!

Yaw(n)s,
      Mr. Smee T. Tee

Les Reins Feconds

     All atwitter about The Smitty’s switch to drinking water in the shower, The Misters quizzed their resident feline expert, Ms. Fabulous.
     “Why does The Smee – “ [see above, passim – ed.]
     “Is he drinking more water or the same amount in a different location?”
     “Same.”
     “Good. Cause if he’s drinking more quantity, it’s a kidney thing.”
     (Startled faces, nervous glances, quick denials of The Smitty’s mortality, etc.)
     “I’m pretty sure it’s the same amount.”
     We’ll leave The Misters here as the echo of their self-assuring reverberates throughout the universe.

Science Experiment

      Like many of the out-of-the-way nooks, undersides, behinds, etc. of The Misters’ abode, now, too, The Smitty’s water dish has been deemed a “science experiment.”
      “He drinkin’ plenty water!”
     “It’s half what I put in there this morning.”
     “We should be scientifical and always fill to the line.”
      [the “line” is the bottom of the blue band of chinoiserie that rings the rim of the water dish –ed.]
      “Then we can keep track.”
      “Get The Smitty’s chart!”