It’s Thursday, you say? Interesting…
Wake me up when it’s a fun day, like Friday.
Just not before Happy Hour, please.
A Party Girl needs her beauty sleep.
Ready for a laugh? This cartoon sums up what would happen if we Cats were to enter the workforce. Purrs, Quicksilver et al
Sushi for dinner, Humans?
Now where are my chopsticks?
Sure, you can purr sweetly for a chin skritch or a tummy rub, if that’s your thing.
Just never forget who you really are.
You’re a Warrior Princess.
–Izzy, Guest Contributor and Thunder’s Big Sis
Please fetch me a fishing pole, Human Mommy.
What do you mean I need a fishing license to fish in my own private goldfish and Koi pond?!
Great, just great.
My breakfast plans are ruined due to nonsensical government regulations.
Correction, Human Mommy. These were your shoes.
Now they are mine.
Maybe you can resist my emerald eyes.
Maybe you can resist my stripy tail, my flexed whiskers, or my heart-shaped nose.
But you can’t resist them when they all come together in one package (i.e. Me, Orzo).
–Orzo, guest contributor
Stella did it and got a cute nose-piercing for her efforts.
Can’t I take a long, deep whiff of Kitty Butt, too, Quicksilver?
A fellow Cat Blogger shares her thoughts about you, Humans.
(Spoiler Alert: This may hurt your Human feelings)
Purrs, Quicksilver et al
As a Scent Hound, sometimes you have to give in and take a good, deep whiff of Meowie butt.
The Meowie’s Murder Mitten slamming down on your pretty Puppy nose is going to hurt.
Worth it. Totally worth it.