Lunch happened but it happened so many eons ago that I can hardly remember it.

Can someone give me an ETA on dinner before I starve?
—Cosmo
Lunch happened but it happened so many eons ago that I can hardly remember it.

Can someone give me an ETA on dinner before I starve?
—Cosmo
It’s okay if your Human Daddy doesn’t entirely understand all the rules and can’t really comment on Canine stats and strategy.

It’s still great to have him there to watch the Big Game with you!
—Xena
You may look, but you may not approach.

The Tortie Empress is not in the mood to share her delightful, toasty fire.
—Amber
This is my box.

This is also my box.

Basically, all the boxes are mine.
—Lily
It is more challenging to sunbathe in the chilly winter months…

…but it’s certainly not impossible.
—Stella
Finn believes that the Sleeping Egg Grammy gave us should be his since he is yellow and white, like a yolk and egg white.

What he fails to understand, since he is not an accomplished Ornithologist such as myself, is that beige-ish, gray-ish Cat-size eggs of the Gifticus variety always have a grey yolk, 110% of the time.
Science says the egg is mine and always will be.
—Luna
Beware, intruders, mail carriers, delivery people, and squirrels!

This Homestead is protected by a fearsome, formidable Warrior Princess.
—Xena
I have heard an ugly rumor that Human Mommy is being called back into the office a few days per week.

This is utterly unacceptable as Human Mommy requires my direct, paws-on supervision to accomplish anything at all.
Her productivity, which was never great to begin with, will absolutely plummet without her Cat Manager.
—Amber
I believe the Groundhog was right.

I detect the first hint of spring on my whiskers.
—Darth Vader
Our Sunday midday snooze is particularly sacred and we are sure we remembered to hang the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door.

So what are you doing in here, disturbing us, Human Mommy?
—Finnegan, Darth Vader, and Luna