There are Lazy Loaves and then there are Alert Loaves.

I am an Alert Loaf, alert to all the action happening outside.
—Apollo
There are Lazy Loaves and then there are Alert Loaves.

I am an Alert Loaf, alert to all the action happening outside.
—Apollo
I haven’t fully forgiven you for bringing a disruptive, pouncy Kitten into my heretofore peaceable homestead, Human Mommy.

But I have forgiven you enough to avail myself of your soft lap.
—Luna
I’ll admit that my box is a little too tight to accommodate all of my fluff comfortably, but it is still my box and I love it because it’s both cardboard and a box.

So, no, you may not recycle it, Humans.
How dare you even suggest such a thing?
—Lando, Guest Contributor
My middle initial is R for Rocket…

…but maybe it should be R for Relaxation.
—Apollo
I have a perfectly curled tail, perfectly groomed stripes, and I have positioned myself in front of a green background to complement my emerald eyes.

I am perfect.
—Lily
Can I have one of Human Daddy’s shoes, Little Apollo, pretty please?
No, Xena. I recently learned that shoes come in pairs, so both of these are mine.

I guess you could gnaw on one of Human Mommy’s sandals if you’re feeling desperate.
—Xena and Apollo
This is exactly what it looks like, Human Mommy.

We are totally plotting.
Next time, we’ll try and find a more discreet location for our machinations.
—Xena and Apollo
I have grudgingly accepted that the Little Guy has moved in.

He is most acceptable when he’s not moving.
—Darth Vader
This used to be Human Daddy’s shoe, but now it is mine.

The end.
—Apollo
TDIF!

Time to let it all hang out!
—Xena