No one survives the Rabbit-Kick-of-Death!

Not unless they are offering a can or two or three or bakers dozen of Tuna…

Get the Tuna, quickly, before I render your dominant opposable thumb inactive, Human!
–Phelps
No one survives the Rabbit-Kick-of-Death!

Not unless they are offering a can or two or three or bakers dozen of Tuna…

Get the Tuna, quickly, before I render your dominant opposable thumb inactive, Human!
–Phelps
Hump Day, you say, Humans?
I just can’t…

You’ll have to struggle over the hump without me.
–Darth Vader
I’m trying to enjoy the hammock, Human Daddy.

But the back and forth…

…and to and fro is wreaking havoc on my tummy.

Uh-oh! I maybe shouldn’t have eaten so much grass before joining you on the hammock, Human Daddy.

Please put me down on solid ground ASAP!
–Xena
Porch weather you say, Humans?
No, it is not. It is Private-Members-Only-Cat-Club weather.

You Humans are not Club Members.
Shoo!
–Phelps and Quicksilver
Whatcha doing, Human Daddy?

Ooh, I see! You’re digging a hole!

Please let me help. I don’t mind getting my paws dirty.
–Xena
Are you seriously considering vacuuming, Human Mommy, thereby interrupting my morning yoga routine?

Kindly reconsider.
–Lily
Spring

has

finally

sprung.
–Phelps
It’s not enough to sniff on just one side of the stream.

Sniff on both sides…

…Plus in the stream itself.

You can never know too much.

You can never smell too much.
–Xena
Mighty cold weather for spring, isn’t it, Mr. Gnome?

What’s that? You don’t foresee it warming up properly until May?
Oh dear…
–Lily
Never lose control of the remote control!

Seriously, how much Meowie daytime programming can a little Puppy handle?
–Xena