Happy Friday! Remember Harley’s crush from last week? Well, I learned that the new neighborhood kitty is named Tux and lives a few houses down. Most mornings, I can spot Tux out of my office window. He likes to pounce around on the grass outside. He also did a very parkour-like move and ran halfway up a tree and pushed off with his back legs springing back down to the ground. He’s a fun kitty to watch, but I hope he can use those moves to evade cars and coyotes! Yes, we have coyotes in our neighborhood. I’ve seen them right outside our back fence a few times.
Here’s what the cats were up to this week!
Mama: You’re hanging a little low there in your hammock.
Woodrow: How dare you, Mama.
Mama: I think you’re touching the ground.
Woodrow: Olive must’ve stretched out the fabric.
Mama: All 8 pounds of her?
Woodrow: I said OLIVE MUST’VE STRETCHED OUT THE FABRIC!
8-pound Olive floats in this hammock, while 14-pound Woodrow hangs a tad lower. They both love it, though, and both use it almost every day!
Sophie: Mama, Woodrow’s biting me again!
Mama: Woodrow! How many times do I have to tell you that Sophie is not made of chocolate?
Sophie: Apparently more than 32 times.
Oh, hello there. I’m just popping in to say hi and that I hope you’re having a nice Sunday. I took five naps and then ate a dust bunny – all before lunch! What did you do today?
Mama: Are you guys done yet?
Harley: Butt out, Mama!
Dexter: Yeah, no one’s talking to you.
The Great Taco Debate
Olive: Hey, Mama. Guess what today is!
Olive: It’s TACO TUESDAY!
Olive: We gettin’ tacos?
Mama: You want soft or crunchy?
Olive: Soft tacos?!? That’s not a taco! It’s like you don’t know me at all.
Woodrow: Whadya mean it’s only Wednesday?
Mama: I’m sorry.
Woodrow: Make it Friday!
Woodrow: I don’t know. You’re a mama. You’re supposed to be able to do anything.
Mama: I can’t just make it Friday, but I’m glad you think so highly of me.
Woodrow: Well I don’t anymore!
Mama: That’s fair.
Sophie: Mama, I don’t feel like doing my chores today.
Mama: You don’t do chores.
Sophie: Well, I need to earn my allowance somehow.
Mama: You don’t get an allowance.
Sophie: Exactly! I’m trying to do my part.
Mama: You just said you don’t feel like doing chores today.
Sophie: No one’s perfect, Mama. But it’s the thought that counts.
Mama: Fine, then I’ll think about giving you an allowance.
Sophie: Woohoo! Wait…oh, you’re good, Mama, you’re good.
Bonus Friday Bloopers
Olive tries her hand at Woodrow’s favorite pose.
Have a wonderful weekend!