Treats, PLEASE!
I’m feeling mighty peckish.
–Finnegan
Treats!
Oh my Dog, Papa Cosmo!
Those Meowie Treats smell good!
They sure do, Little Xena, but beware…
Human Mommy says we’ll turn into Meowies if we eat their treats…
And Human Daddy will be mighty cross.
–Xena and Cosmo
Pizza
Pizza, again?!
Wouldn’t a can or a few cans or a dozen cans of tuna be tastier and healthier for us all, Humans?
–Quicksilver
Self-Serve
Human Daddy…
Human DADDY!
The Meowies are helping themselves to MY dinner!
–Cosmo
Stretching Out
I understand the urge to stretch out after dinner, Cosmo…
But could you be careful not to thwack my face with one of your enormous back paws?
–Sunny
Dinner
It’s nearly Food o’clock, Humans.
Why haven’t you started preparing my nightly feast?
–Quicksilver
Gong
If your dinner doesn’t appear after three full-throated meows…
…deploy the gong.
–Finnegan
Powers of the Mind
That chicken smells divine, but I would never stoop to begging like an undignified Woofie.
I am commanding a choice morsel to land before me through the powers of my Feline mind.
–Luna
Or one can just use Puppy Eyes and remind Human Daddy who his real bestfriend is.
–Cosmo
Empty Tummy
Dinner is ready…
…yet my tummy remains empty.
Rectify this situation, Humans!
–Luna
Treats!
It’s rude to text when your Cat is starving…
…starving for treats.
–Luna
