My Human Mommy took me to the Vet, where they shaved my leg and stole my tooth.
Then she put me in a cone so that I couldn’t lick the itchy shaved patch.
I am understandably displeased.
I will sulk in the garage until Human Mommy removes the cone and provides me with apology brisket.
–Louie, Senior Lap Muffin Correspondent
It’s Friday, Human Mommy, and you’ve worked hard all week.
Why not take today off and not displace me from my napping spot?
No matter how nice the store bought Cat bed…
…a cardboard box is always cozier.
Can’t you take your afternoon nap on Human Daddy’s side of the bed, Human Mommy?
As you can see, I’m already installed on your pillow.
On a hot, muggy spring day…
…nothing is quite so refreshing as nibbling on a bit of fresh salad.
Yes, Human Mommy, you are correct to recognize my superiority.
I trust you will be making a proper tribute of tuna when I awaken from my late morning nap.
Oh, the sun feels so good on my snowy white belly!
I plan on staying right here until I start to melt.
No, you may not open the door, Human Mommy.
Blocking doors is the divine right of Cats.
–Phelps and Darth Vader
No, you may not carry your laundry downstairs…
…well, at least not for the next 18-hours or so until I have finished my scheduled marathon nap.
Before I became the Lion King…
…I was a Lion Princeling.