A few months ago, the Humans rebranded the room where Human Mommy used to do her clickety-clackety typing as the Guest Room and I subsequently rebranded it as my Private Residence.
Not that I don’t host guests in my room—I totally do.
Never the young upstart, though. He is not invited.
—Luna
What is this? Has the world turned topsy-turvy?!
The Elder Cat should never be last in line for the kibble!
—Darth Vader
It’s Friday leading into a 3-day weekend, Human Mommy.
This calls for an extra long celebratory Tummy Rub!
—Sunny
I’m keep trying to make friends with Big Sis Luna…
…but every time I approach her, she hisses and says some truly unkind things.
Maybe I’ll have better luck with the hanging plant.
—Apollo
Yes, Human Mommy, I am sulking on my pretty pink blanket. Why am I sulking?
Because of the annoying, bouncy, pouncy interloper who is undergoing a major growth spurt but, incredibly, seems to become even bouncier and pouncier as he ages.
Why did you do this to me, Human Mommy?!
—Luna
Hello Rope Dragon! I will nibble on you or maybe even slay you.
I haven’t quite decided yet.
—Apollo
Occasionally, your Human Employees may try to overdo it at work.
As their Cat Manager, you must put a stop to this.
—Apollo
This cardboard box lid is most excellent, Humans.
I trust that you will not make the mistake of placing it in the recycling bin.
—Lily
Stella and I are seriously considering joining our forces as a Super Void.
Absorbing even an iota of the bouncy, pouncy Kitten’s energy would benefit the entire homestead, if not the universe.
—Darth Vader
What do you mean there’s nothing in this bag for me, Human Mommy?
No tuna, no chicken, no chilled, fresh cream, no NOTHING?!
You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.
—Louie, Guest Contributor
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