Lap

Yes, Human Mommy, you have provided me with a comfortable and sufficiently lengthy lap cuddle.

A magnificent white cat with dark spots on his forehead thrones upon his human’s lap.  He is looking at her a bit judgmentally.  Although he enjoys the cuddle, his dinner has been inexplicably delayed.

But you failed to bake the organic chicken tenders that garnish my Fancy Feast dinner.

Why you couldn’t accomplish both tasks is a mystery to me.

—Louie, Senior Lap Muffin Correspondent

Sullen Puddle

My Humans are refusing to let me outside because, according to them, it’s too hot.

What they fail to understand is that a day such as today offers ideal liquefaction conditions.

A strikingly handsome black and white cat lays on his side on a wooden, cat-sized window shelf.  The cat wears a sullen expression and appears to have partially melted in the heat.

Harrumph!

I guess I’ll have to stay here, liquifying as fast as I can despite the annoying AC my Humans insist on.

—Phelps