Keep practicing! You’ll know when you’re ready for the Circus.
–Luna
The Humans tell me that Stella made it through her surgery well with no complications. She can’t come home until tomorrow, though.
Tomorrow is a super long time away.
Human Daddy gave me a chunk of baguette to console me. Usually, I gobble it up. Sometimes, I even steal Stella’s portion.
Not tonight. I left a chunk for my girl, for when she comes home.
I love my Stella more than bread.
Woofs and Wags, Cosmo
When you are taking your daily inventory of the foodstuffs, do your Humans tell you to get out of the refrigerator because “Kittens are best at room temperature?”
That’s a terrible, offensive joke, meriting many hisses.
As a pragmatist, though, you may do better to direct your Humans’ attention to the unopened pack of Canadian Bacon on the shelf above your right ear.
–Luna