Nothing is Sacred

Nothing is sacred, except possibly the Meowies, who refer to themselves as Gods and have Murder Mittens they don’t hesitate to deploy on delicate Canine noses.

I guess I’ll just have to wait patiently.

Oh, good! Finnegan has gone out to practice ornithology.

My bed is mine again for now.

–Sunny

Not what I planned

I told my Human Daddy I was a bit chilly because I was and also because I thought if we all went inside, Human Daddy would start thinking about dinner, which was imminent.

Instead, Human Daddy gave me the shirt off his back, tucked my front legs into the sleeves, and buttoned it up.

I’m never gonna live this down.

–Cosmo