The Foster Kittens and their Mama are still here, Humama?
Here in my house?
Not cool, Humama…
Not cool at all.
–Orzo, Guest Contributor
The Foster Kittens and their Mama are still here, Humama?
Here in my house?
Not cool, Humama…
Not cool at all.
–Orzo, Guest Contributor
You have stayed out way past your curfew, Humama.
You’re grounded!
–Orzo, Guest Contributor
Thanks for fostering my Kittens and me, Humama.
Now don’t dare come a step closer, unless you have a fitting offering of tuna, treats or cream.
–Leto
My paws are magnificent.
Just like the rest of me.
–Orzo
If you must share space with a Woofie, make sure that the Woofie’s fur complements your own.
And that she sits at least a tail-length behind you.
–Orzo, Guest Contributor
So you want to buy my forgiveness, Humama, after inexplicably, inexcusably and unauthorizidely abandoning me for a WHOLE weekend?!
I won’t say “no” to a lap cuddle, but don’t think you’re forgiven.
Twice my daily food ration? Nice, but don’t assume that I accept your apology.
What’s that? You are putting me on a D-I-E-T?!
Oh no…
–Orzo, Guest Contributor
A throne befits a King.
A lap befits a God.
–Orzo
I won’t say “no” to a lap cuddle.
I’ll accept a head skritch.
Still, you’re not forgiven for abandoning me for a day.
Food? Double my daily ration?
I may forgive you someday.
Someday is not soon.
–Orzo, Guest Contributor
You’re leaving me over the Holiday weekend, Humama?!
Who authorized this?
I sure didn’t.
–Orzo, Guest Contributor