El Senyor Trist / Mister Sad

Ei gent! Bon dia, com esteu?

Jo estic molt bé, esperant que el meu compi torni.

Avui us vull parlar del Senyor Trist. Jo no el conec personalment però sembla que ell a mi sí. L'havia vist algunes vegades a les notícies amb altre gent però mai li havia dedicat gaire atenció.
Això va ser ahir després de sopar (arròs amb pollastre, clar!). Jo m'estava fent la manicura al sofà i de sobte va aparèixer ell, el Senyor Trist. Pel que vaig veure deu ser algú important perquè li van posar el nom d'Honorable President de la Generalitat de Catalunya, però aquest nom és massa llarg, o sigui que li seguiré dient Senyor Trist. Aquell home em mirava d'una manera fixa i esperançada directament a mí. Em va explicar tot un munt de problemes, sembla que les coses no li acaben d'anar bé i espera que jo, amb el meu treball i el meu sentit de la responsabilitat, l'ajudi a resoldre els seus problemes. Sembla que ha tingut un mal any i que l'any que vé encara li pinta pitjor. Però que coi vol que hi faci jo? Jo ahir tenia un problema amb la caca i me'l vaig haver d'arreglar jo soleta, i quan vaig estripar el llitet també em vaig espavilar; que s'espavili el Senyor Trist també!
Va estar parlant de la Crisi, primer em pensava que devia ser la seva gosseta però es veu que no, que feia referència a que les coses no van bé. Llavors vaig reflexionar i vaig mirar al meu voltant... de què parlava el Senyor Trist??? El llitet era al seu lloc, hi havia totes les meves joguines (el burret, la piloteta rosa, la pilota verda i groga, el nus, el mocador, l'os de calci, la cuixa de pollastre que fa "mec-mec" i les meves dues tovalloles), i jo estava al sofà amb el meu compi i fent-me la manicura... tot estava com sempre... de què parlava el Senyor Trist??? Me n'hauré d'informar més d'això de la crisi.

He sentit dir que avui s'acaba l'any. Per mi és la primera vegada, o sigui que ja us explicaré què tal l'experiència...
Us vull desitjar molta sort a tots i un feliç 2009.

Ei, timbre!!! Cuideu-vos!

Petonets a totes i tots.

Hi people! Good morning, how are you?

I am very fine, waiting for my flatmate to come back home.

Today I would like to talk to you about Mister Sad. I don't know him in person but it seems that he knows me very well. I had seen him several times on TV news but I had never payed attention to him.
Eevrything happened after having dinner (chicken and rice, of course!). I was doing my nails on the sofa and suddenly he appeared, Mister Sad was there. I thought that he must be a very important man because he was called Honorable President of the Generalitat of Catalonia, but this name is too much long, so I will continue calling him Mister Sad. That man was seeing directly to me with his eyes full of hopeness. He explained to me a lot of problems, it seems that his life is not going well, and he hopes that I, with my hard working and my sense of responsibility, help him to sort out his problems. It seems that he has passed a very bad year nad that on the new year his problems will get worst. But... What this man want me to do??? Yesterday I had a constipation problem and I sorted it out by myself, and when I broke my old bed I did it by myself too. Now is his turn to do it by himself!!!
He was talking about the Crisis, first I thought that maybe it was his doggie, but finally I understood that he was talking about things are not going well. Then I was seeing arround me... what was Mister Sad talking about? My bed was in its place, all my toys were there, my two towels were there, my flatmate were there and I was doing my nails on the sofa... everything seemed to be as usual.... what was Mister Sad talking about? I must seek more information about the Crisis...

I have heard that this year is ending today. For me this is the first time, I will explain to you how about the experience...
I wish you good luck and a very happy 2009.

Oh, buzzer!!! Keep well!!!

Kisses to everybody.

"L'affaire llitet" / "The bed affaire"

Molt bon dia a tothom.

Avui no estic tant animada com de costum perquè des d'ahir que em costa una mica de fer caca... Ja sé que no són temes per tractar en públic però què voleu que us digui, a mi em preocupa.

Però bé, això no és excusa i tal com diem al meu poble "lo prometido es deuda" i per tant us explicaré l'accident que va tenir el meu llitet.

Aquí teniu una foto del meu llitet, era força còmode i m'agradava el disseny tipus texans de tota la vida. A part de dormir-hi, el llitet també era per a mi un company de joc, o més ben dit una joguina més. M'agradava mossegar-lo, girar-lo damunt davall i fer-lo córrer pel menjador.

Però una tarda la cosa se'm va escapar de les potes. Estava encegada mossegant el llitet, tant que al final el vaig estripar i vaig escampar l'espumeta de dins per tot el menjador. Quina festa!!!! Però poc després em vaig adonar del que havia fet. "Nadie, avui el teu compi et pela" vaig pensar.

Així que vaig veure que havia d'arreglar aquell desastre. Vaig recollir l'espuma, vaig tornar a posar la tela a lloc i ho vaig tapar les meves dues tovalloles a sobre. Ho havia aconseguit, no es notava res. Una estona més tard va tornar el meu compi. Tot normal, semblava que no notava res. Em va preparar el sopar (arròs amb pollastre) i ell també es va posar a sopar. Però a mig sopar es va aixecar per recollir una de les meves caques i va moure el llitet... desastre. El meu pla era bo però no perfecte. Em pensava que els meus dies s'havien acabat... però no. Només va agafar el llitet i el va prendre cap a l'habitació del costat i el va deixar allí. Va castigar el llitet enlloc de mi??? No ho vaig entendre del tot... i l'endemà em va regalar el llitet de zebra que us vaig presentar ahir.

Timbre, timbre, timbre!!!! Us he de deixar. Demà us explico més cosetes.

Petons a totes i tots!

Good morning to everybody

Today I am not so cheerful as usual because from yesterday I am a little bit constipated. I know that maybe I should not talk about this things but the truth is that it makes me feel worried.

But this is not an excuse and as we say in my country "a promise is a debt" so I will explain you the accident with my old bed. Please, see the photos that I have attached to the catalan version.

The first one is my old bed. It was really confortable and I liked so much the old jeans design. Beside sleeping on it, I liked to play with it too, turning it up to down and walking with it all along the livingroom.

But one day I lost the control. I was crazy biting the bed, and suddenly I broke the cloth and I spread the foam all along the livingroom. What a party!!! But few minutes later I realized what I had done. "Nadie, your ending is coming" I said to myself.

So I thought that I should arrange that disaster. I clean the foam from the floor and I cover the broken cloth with my two towels. I did it really well, everything seemed to be normal. Some minutes later my flatmate came back. Everything was right, he didn't notice anything. He cooked my dinner (chicken and rice) and he ate dinner too. But suddenly he got up, and he moved my bed and then... disaster. My plan was good but not perfect. I thought that my days had finished... but not. He only took the bed and he brought it to the next room. The bed was punished instead of me??? I could not understand at all... And the next day he bought a new bed to me, the zebra-bed that I introduced to you yesterday.

Buzzer, buzzer, buzzer!!! I have to leave you. Tomorrow I will explain you more things.

Kisses to everybody!

Hoooolaaaa!

Com esteu gent?

El meu compi ha tornat a sortir.

Definitivament el temps s'ha tornat boig. Avui torna a ploure i a fora fa pinta de fer un fred que pela. Però si quan vaig venir aquí feia molta calor!!!

Avui m'he llevat a dos quarts de vuit però he fet el ronso mitja horeta al meu llitet. Per cert, us agrada el meu llitet de zebra? És nou, me'l va comprar el meu compi la setmana passada, jo ja en tenia un però hi va haver un accident, és una història una mica llarga d'explicar, demà m'hi posaré.

Avui no he sortit, però he fet molt exercici corrent passadís amunt i avall amb la meva piloteta rosa. Al meu compi el faig tornar beneit amb la piloteta, el faig moure més jo a ell que ell a mi. És força divertit veure com intenta prendre'm la piloteta i no pot... I és que sóc més ràpida i llesta que no pas ell. Suposo que per això em van fer tant petita, perquè si pesés 30 kilos seria pitjor que un tigre.

Ah, per cert, aquest matí també l'he fet enfadar, estava jugant amb el meu llit i a ell no li agrada, no sé perquè està tant susceptible amb aquest tema. Al final me l'ha pres!!! Però si el llit és meu!!!

Una pregunta gent: algú sap què li ha passat al Senyor Cuní? Estic preocupada, avui és dilluns però el Senyor Cuní no és a la tele. Des que van venir el Pare Noel i el Tió el Senyor Cuní ha desaparegut. Que potser se'l va menjar el Tió??? Per favor, si a algú el Tió li ha cagat el Senyor Cuní que ens el torni, jo li canvio el Senyor Cuní per una de les meves joguines (no, el meu llitet no entra a l'oferta). Ell sempre m'explica coses molt interessants, el trobo a faltar...

Ostres el timbre!!! Us deixo, demà prometo explicar l'affaire del llitet, amb fotos i tot!

Petonets o totes i tots!

Hellooo!

How are you people?

My flatmate went out again.

Definitively the weather has come crazy. It's raining again, and outside it seems to be really cold. But when I came here it was very hot!!!

Today I awoke at 7:30 but I didn't get up until 8 o'clock, I was very lazy today and I enjoyed my bed for a little while. By the way, do you like my zebra-bed? It is new, my flatmate bought it to me one week ago, I already had one but there was an accident, it's a long story, tomorrow I will explain it.

Today I didn't go out, but I have done a lot of exercise running through the corridor with my small pink ball. I make my flatmate to come crazy with the small ball, he has to move more than I. It is really funny to see him trying to take the ball off from my mouth but he can't... It is because I am faster and more intelligent than he is. I think that this is the reason that I am so small, and the truth is that if I were 30 kg heavy I would be worst than a tiger.

Ah! by the way, this morning my flatmate got angry with me, I was playing with my bed and he really hate it, I don't know why he is so sensitive to this subject. Finally he took off the bed!!! But... is MY bed!!!

People, just one question: does anybody know what has happened to Mr Cuni? I am worried about him, today is monday but he is not on TV. After Santa Claus and the Tió came here Mr Cuni is missing. Maybe Tió ate him??? Please, if someone has received Mr Cuni as a present for Christmas give it back to me, I would change him for one of my toys (no, my bed is not included). He always explain very interesting things to me, I miss him...

Oh,oh... the buzzer!!! I have to leave you now. Tomorrow I will explain you the accident with my old bed... with photos!

Kisses to everybody.

El meu primer dia a internet / My first day on the internet

Hola gent!

Avui és el meu primer dia a internet... i he obert un blog! És ben curiós això d'internet...

He aprofitat que el meu compi de pis ha sortit al carrer, em sembla que ha anat a fer esport, però amb el dia que fa darrera el vidre del balcó m'ha sorprès que sortís. Ara no plou però fa vent... De fet ell pesa més que jo, o sigui que suposo que el vent no se'l deu emportar tant com a mi.

La veritat és que el tio està en forma, i a mi ja em va bé que faci esport perquè quan marxa em dóna una galeta, suposo que se sent culpable per deixar-me soleta... ah! i sempre em deixa la televisió engegada, entre setmana el Senyor Cuní i els findes em deixa el 3/24; per cert aquests es repeteixen més que el meu avi. El més curiós és que quan torna a casa sempre truca el timbre... és que es pensa que l'obriré???? A vegades em penso que m'avisa que arriba per si estic fent alguna cosa molt mal feta, i així tingui temps d'arreglar el desastre.

Avui deu ser diumenge perquè ha sortit a una hora en que normalment ja és a treballar, o això o és que l'han fet fora de la feina.

Quan torni de fer esport avui estarà content perquè com que estic amb el blog no he destrossat res.

Ei el timbre!!!! Ja torna!!!! Us deixo, quan estigui soleta us explicaré més coses, tinc molta feina endarrerida per explicar-vos!

Petons a tots i totes!

Hi people!

Today is my first day using the internet... and I have created a blog! Is really funny the internet world...

I have taken the opportunity that my flatmate went out, I think that he went out for running, but seeing the weather behind the balcony I have been very surprised when I saw him going out. Now is not rainy but it's windy... Actually he is more heavy than I so maybe he will not fly with the wind like me.

The truth is that this guy keeps really fit, and for me it's ok because everytime that he goes out he gaves me a cookie, I think that he feels guilty for leaving me here alone...ah! and he always leave the TV turned on, during the weekdays I can enjoy Mr Cuni and on weekends I enjoy the 3/24 channel, they are always repeating the same news, it is like listening my grandpa. The most funny thing is that always when he come back he rings the doorbell... Does he hope that I open the door??? Sometimes I thing that he is warning me about his come, in this way if I am doing something very bad I have a time to arrange the disaster.

Today it must be sunday, because he went out later than usual, at that time he should be already at work. The other option is that he has lost his job (I hope not).

Today when he come back he will be very happy because I have been busy with the blog and I did not destroy anything.

The buzzer!!! He came back! I leave you here, when I be alone I will explain you more things. I have so many things to explain to you!

Kisses to everybody.