Happy Halloween, Humans. Now go away.
I must rest up for nightfall.
It’s getting chilly but not so much so that we can’t still enjoy our Private-Members-Only-Cat club…
…sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch.
–Darth Vader and Phelps
I would happily trot on the treadmill if I could.
Sadly, my paws can’t reach the “on” button.
I am a Lion on important Lion business.
No, I will not look at the camera. I am busy being a Lion who’s ignoring you.
Code Red! The Kibble bowl is empty!
I repeat: CODE RED!!!!
I am going to starve!
I just can’t!
How lucky I am to occupy the top berth on the Cat Tree! It’s the best place to watch the Birdies.
–Wally, Guest Contributor
I must figure out a way to dislodge my brother, Wally, from the top berth. That’s my spot.
–Payton, Guest Contributor
Sometimes the Humans forget to close the Woofie gate to the upstairs.
As a Stair Toll Collector, you must stretch out to make yourself into a physical barrier that prevents everyone, Woofie or otherwise, from going up top without paying the Stair Toll.
TRIGGER ALERT: POST CONTAINS DANGEROUS LEVELS OF CUTENESS.
My new sister, Sansa, makes for a nice paw rest.
I LOVE my big sister, Arya! Not sure how I feel about being her paw rest, though.
–Arya and Sansa, Guest Contributors