We had an important anniversary this past week. No, not our 3rd blogoversary (although that happened, too). But rather we celebrated Harley’s 1st Gotcha Day on Tuesday! Harley joined our house in November 2017 as a foster cat. We made his appointment to a Chatty Cat official on January 22, 2018. Harley continues to grow and blossom every day. As for this month’s development, he has decided that he likes to lay on my chest…all the time.
Here’s what the cats were chatting about this past week.
Mama: Olive, have I told you how beautiful you are lately?
Olive: No, you haven’t. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, Mama. A tortie deserves to be told she’s beautiful at least five times a day.
Mama: Five times, really?
Olive: Breakfast, lunch, dinner and whenever I use the litter. And that’s about twice a day.
Mama: That seems like an odd time to be told you’re beautiful.
Olive: I don’t make the rules, Mama. You just need to abide by them.
Woodrow: Mama, this Bird Box movie is so boring…I’m falling asleep.
Harley: What are you talking about, Woodrow? Birds and Sandra Bullock! What more could you want?
Woodrow: I want a good plot! I want believable dialogue! I want character development! I want an explanation! I want popcorn!!!
Harley: … Uh, yeah, I could go for some popcorn.
(When I posted this on Saturday, I didn’t realize it was National Popcorn Day. I guess the cats knew!)
Dexter: Mama, I just can’t.
Mama: Can’t what?
Dexter: I don’t know. But I just can’t. So don’t make me.
Sophie: Mama, I want a treat.
Mama: You just had three. You don’t need another.
Sophie: What’d you just say to me?
Mama: It’s a big day today, Harley. It’s your 1st Gotcha Day! Want to take a selfie to commemorate the day?
Harley: Sure. (click) There you go.
Mama: Wow, such enthusiasm.
Harley: Mama, I plan on having like a billion more gotcha days. So, you know, no big deal.
Olive: Mama, get my good side!
Mama: All of your sides are good.
Olive: Flattery gets you nowhere with me, Mama. Now, get my good side!
Mama: Get the feather, Dexter!
Dexter: Hmm, what benefit will I get from getting the feather? I can’t eat it. There’s no thrill in deading it. It’s not covered in catnip…and it smells like Woodrow’s breath. Nah, I think I’ll pass, Mama.
Mama: (jingle jingle)
Dexter: RAWR!!! (pounce)
Bonus Friday Blooper
Dexter: Too much Woodrow slobber! I shouldn’t have pounced! Blech!
Have a wonderful weekend!