Lennyage

Is me, Squiggy......

I know it has been long time since we poosted heres, but the Lenny has been using pooter to traces his incestry. Squiggy no has chance to be writing the poosts.

The Lenny spends much times on someteeng called Incestry.com.

Now the Lenny is readies to shares his results. So I turns it over to him.

Aye! I am back! Have ye missed me?

As yon bi-colored booby has just mentioned to ye, I 'ave been a-lookin into me own Lennyage an I 'ave mooch ta share wit ye!

First of all, I am froom a bonny place across the yon waters called Scootland.

No Lenny, you is from Sacremento.

SHUT OOP, YE PIEBALD PUSS! Tis my turn to be dooin the typin!

Anyhoo, as I was a-sayin before the interooptin, I am froom a bonny place called Scootland. I have traced my Lennyage all the ways back to me great, great, great, great....etc... grandpaps.

Me family comes froom a wee village in the Scootish Highlands called Kilmousie. Kilmousie is a verry picturesque village located on the western shore of  Loch Enloaden. 

Me great, great, great, great....etc..grandpap's name was Lenny The Bruise.

Lenny The Bruise (or as he was known to his friends: "Lenny The Bruise") was the first known tuxedo cat in all of Scootland (All other cats in Scootland at that time wore kilts).

He was the companion and part-time tormentor of the village idiot and part-time oatmeal sculptor known as Dougal McDunn. 

They spent days together, walkin along the loch, looking for keys and generally irritatin the local wildlife. In fact, they were were so irritatin that it wasna long before the resident dinosaur packed up his kit and resettled in some other loch. I forgit where that old lizzard finally settled, but I am sure that it is of nae consequence and will probably nay be heard from agin.

Soooo, Lenny The Bruise an' his servant Dougal spent their days a-wanderin around the loch an' their nights at the local tavern/laundromat/burger joint called "Mcdonald's, Fine Purveyors of Beer, Dry-Cleaning and Sandwyches Made of Ground Bovine, Cheese, Lettuce, Pickled Cucumbers, Onyons, Special Souse and Conveniently Served Betwixt Two Loaves of Somewhat Fresh Bread Products"  The proprietor would evenually move to America, drop the tavern/laundromat part of the enterprise and shorten the name to "Burger King".

The adventures of Lenny The Bruise and Dougal McDunn are extremely well-known to everyone who has ever visited Kilmousie and had a chance to visit the sanatarium, and been able to decipher the mumblings of the village idiot/ part-time oatmeal sculptor.

So now ye know the beginnins of me Lennyage. I am of the hoping that ye enjoyed it.