Thus far, young Apollo has shown himself to be ineffective in lowering the volume of Human Mommy’s percussive, clickety-clackety typing.
So I find myself obliged to step into the role of Cat Manager.
Cool it with the typing, Human Mommy. Your Manager is trying to snooze over here.
—Lily
Mondays are rough.
It’s perfectly all right to be antisocial and retreat into the most isolated Dog Bed in the house.
—Stella
I hear that tomorrow’s Monday again, Human Mommy.
That’s bad for you because you’ll have to go back to your percussive, clickety-clackety typing…
…and bad for us because it will interrupt our Lap Time.
—Sunny
I recently discovered shoulders and I’m sure Human Daddy is as excited about this discovery as I am.
Shoulders are a revelation!
—Apollo
I’m the luckiest guy in the world…
…sandwiched, as I am, between two gorgeous gals on the beloved Rainbow Donut.
—Sunny
Look at me perfectly balanced atop the armrest, Human Mommy!
Surely I merit at least a Milk Bone for this fabulous trick.
—Sunny
Yes, I’m a Loaf, an angst-filled Loaf.
My Human Mommy has set the outdoor thermostat much too low and I am currently trapped in the house with an annoying, bouncy, pouncy, rapidly growing interloper.
My fluffy blanket should be dark to match my mood.
—Luna
When temperatures get chilly…
…nothing beats a warming cuddle with your Best Friend.
—Apollo and Xena
Human Mommy tells me I’m turning into a real Dreamboat…
…just like my Uncle Cosmo.
—Apollo
Not to brag but…
…the Venus de Milo has nothing on me.
—Lily
Daily Feline Wisdom 