Distracted

Sunny and I were engaged in a wide-ranging conversation, touching on topics such as Meowie relations, Kibble preferences, and Squirrels, when I heard something in the Kitchen.

A large black and white hound sits on a grey loveseat to the right of a yellow dog, not even a third his size. It looks like their conversation has broken off abruptly. The big guy has turned away from the little guy and is focusing all his on something to the left, presumably the kitchen.

Of course, I lost my train of thought. How could I not? FOOD comes from the Kitchen.

—Cosmo

Not Wrong

The Humans and the other Cats frequently criticize my fountain drinking technique.

I resent this. It’s not wrong if it works, and getting my front paws wet helps lower my core temperature almost as much as imbibing the water.

Maybe the other Cats are doing it wrong.

—Finnegan