Yours

Your water? Whatever do you mean, Human Mommy?

According to the teachings of my Spiritual Father, Darth Vader, everything in the homestead belongs to me, by right, as the reigning House Panther.

A lanky black kitten stands on a coffee table, poised to take a sip of water out of a pink crystal glass.

You can keep the coffee, though. I really don’t understand what you Humans see in that dreadful smelling beverage.

—Neo

Taco Night

You had three steak tacos, Human Daddy, and now you have only one.

A handsome black and white hound stares up at a steak taco atop a dining table.

I have to assume you left the last one for me, your loyal, beloved Dog Son.

Don’t worry—if you’re still hungry, I’ll let you have the salsa, veggies, and shell.

I’m generous like that.

—Cosmo