Another week has flown by, which means we’ve arrived at our recap of weekly chats. And as you’ll see, the cats had plenty to talk about this past week. All of us here hope that you have a wonderful Friday and nice weekend!
Sophie: Mama, I’m pooped.
Mama: But the day has barely started.
Sophie: I know, but I’ve already eaten breakfast, pounced on Olive and whappy-pawed Eddie. That’s a lot for a kitty like me.
Mama: You mean a lazy kitty?
Sophie: Funny coming from someone still in their PJs.
#zing #sassycat #lazyisrelative
Sophie: Pssst, Woodrow. You may be older than me, but I’m way schmarter.
Sophie: Pro-tip. The cuter we look, the more treats we get.
Sophie: We’re golden.
The Invasion Has Begun
Dexter: Take me to your leader, human. I am Blogarth from Planet Catron. This is a hostile takeover unless my demands are met.
Mama: And what are your demands?
Dexter: Earth too-na.
Glum on a Monday
Mama: Why so glum, Woodrow?
Woodrow: It’s Monday and the day Daddy goes off to work. I miss him so much when he leaves.
Mama: But I work from home and I’m here all day.
Woodrow: … As I said, I miss him so much when he leaves.
When Ross gets home from work each day, Woodrow lets out the most pathetic cry and runs over and jumps into his lap for a cuddle. It’s very sweet. Perhaps a little insulting.
Olive: Halt! Who goes there?
Mama: It’s just me. I need to grab a spare shopping bag.
Olive: What’s the password!?!
Mama: Do we have to do this every time? … ok … “Torties are the most beautiful cats.”
Olive: You may pass.
No Treats for You
Harley: Woodrow, wake up! Let’s get mama to give us some treats.
Woodrow: I’m still sleepy. You get them and save some for me.
Harley: Save is not in my vocabulary. Snooze it and lose it, buddy.
Mama: Rough night?
#whenyouwakeupinthecloset #blamethenip #throwbackthursday