Yes, Human Mommy, I understand that it’s the last day of the work week and that you need to sit somewhere to perform your clickety-clackety typing.
Somewhere is NOT here, in my new office chair.
Go sit elsewhere, possibly on the floor.
–Phelps
It is Spring. Winter is coming.
HBO, Sunday.
–Phelps
Could you sing my beloved Daffodils a lullaby, Humans?
I want them to wake up sunny and well rested tomorrow.
–Phelps
There are alternatives to the traditional tux…
Try grey and white…
Or gold and platinum.
–Quicksilver and Finnegan
You’re going out wearing that, Humans?
It’s alright… You tried your best, I suppose…
Not all of us have the privilege of being born in a bespoke tux.
–Phelps
Here I am, resplendent in my tux, awaiting my dinner.
Ahem! AWAITING my dinner!
–Phelps
Why’d you get the Woofies, Humans?
I know it’s been nearly 3 years, but I still haven’t figured it out.
Why Woofies?!
–Phelps
Always wear your tuxedo, no matter how hot it gets.
If you melt, at least you’ll be a stylish puddle.
–Phelps
Do your Human Servants ever fall asleep on one of your Private-Members-Only-Cat-Club couches, thus depriving you of a proper napping spot to which your club fees entitle you?
Inexcusable.
Totally inexcusable, were it not for the opposable thumbs.
–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
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