A well appointed park contains multiple drinking fountains as you never know when hunting…er…strolling will pique your thirst.
–Phelps
When you find yourselves outnumbered by the Meowies, stand very, very still, save for the wagging of one of your tails, which they may or may not interpret as a white flag depending on their knowledge of canine signals, the strategic importance of your physical location, and their mood.
Uh-oh, we seem to be blocking access to the Meowies’ kibble.
Deploy the Puppy Eyes! Deploy the Puppy Eyes!
–Cosmo and Stella
We Cats are the Head Chefs in our households.
You Humans can rise no higher than the rank of Sous Chef, at best.
No garlic, no onions, no seasonings at all, save a dash of sea salt to our taste, not yours.
The Human palate is not sufficiently refined to judge seasonings.
On second thought, don’t bother with the cooking.
Present our food raw but at room temperature.
A Great Chef lets the meat sing for itself.
–Quicksilver
Are your Humans hitting the vino kind of hard while watching the election returns tonight?
Remind them that it’s a work night, but don’t judge them too harshly, so long as they pour you a tunatini, a niparita, a Catmopolitan or the cocktail of your choice.
Elections are stressful for all of us.
–Amber