Recuperation

I sprained my right front paw and the Humans have sent me to the Private Members-Only Cat and Woofie Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, to recuperate.

A handsome black and white kitten stretches out on a small cushion in a sun puddle on the floor of a screened in porch.

The Humans believe that there are fewer opportunities for mischief in the Club, but I’m sure I’ll come up with something.

—Apollo

Sore Paw

Little Apollo has given himself a sore front paw from too much bouncing and pouncing.

The Humans have asked me to keep an eye on him, which I will until he wakes up.

A big black dog and a little black and white kitten lay facing each other on a blue, overstuffed couch.  The little kitten is asleep, whereas the big dog watches him balefully.

After that, the Humans are on their own.

I’m not risking my pretty muzzle to sharp, Little Meowie Murder Mittens.

—Stella

Rebranding

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.

A pretty grey tabby cat and a little yellow dog lounge together on a boho blanket atop a small bed.

Never the young upstart, though. He is not invited.

—Luna

Sulking

Yes, Human Mommy, I am sulking on my pretty pink blanket. Why am I sulking?

A pretty grey tabby lounges on a pink fuzzy blanket beneath a window.  Her white front legs are fully outstretched and the expression in her eyes suggests that she is displeased with something her humans have done.

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