Human Mommy’s clothes go through three stages, clean, dirty, and an indeterminate stage where they sit in a pile and will more than likely get another wearing even though they’re no longer really clean.
As Human Mommy’s Wardrobe Mistress, I always make a point of sitting on the indeterminate pile.
These clothes may not be quite clean, but I ensure that they are always perfectly furred.
—Luna
The Woofies make such a commotion over dinner!
Can you please tell them to calm down, Humans?
They are disturbing the serenity of my loafing session.
—Luna
Ahem, Humans!
I’ve got a Tummy here that’s wide open for rubs!
—Sunny
Oh, I do hope Human Daddy hooks us up with dinner soon.
I’m so weak with hunger that I can’t even lift my ginormous head.
—Cosmo
I am flying…
…flying on a cushy rainbow!
—Sunny
Ahem, Human Mommy, I am posing over here!
And with a bouquet no less!
—Lily
I get asked a lot what I do to be so popular with the ladies.
It’s all in the draped front paw.
—Darth Vader
Your dress is much too white, Human Mommy.
Let me fix that for you.
—Darth Vader
Yup, I’m a Daddy’s Girl.
No use denying it!
—Xena
Yes, Humans, I’m sleeping gracefully with my front paws crossed.
You are right to take a commemorative photo of this event.
—Darth Vader
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