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.
Or one can just use Puppy Eyes and remind Human Daddy who his real bestfriend is.
The Humans think that the Woofies only beg for Human food.
The Humans are mistaken.
We are all the targets of undignified begging.
Thank you for the salad bar, Human Mommy!
It’s nutritious and delicious.
Sushi for dinner, Humans?
Now where are my chopsticks?
Please fetch me a fishing pole, Human Mommy.
What do you mean I need a fishing license to fish in my own private goldfish and Koi pond?!
Great, just great.
My breakfast plans are ruined due to nonsensical government regulations.
How will you know if your dishes are really clean unless we sniff-inspect them for you?
You’re welcome, Humans.
–Chief Inspector Lily and Lieutenant Sniffer Luna
Crepes and Cafe-au-lait for breakfast?
Don’t mind if I do.
Sometimes you have to swallow your pride and ask for help.
Help, Human Mommy! The Millenial Meowie is swallowing my dinner!
What’s that? No, I can’t politely ask her to move.
The Millenial Meowie has murder mittens!
(Thanks to Samantha Murdoch for this wonderful description of Meowie paws. Check out samanthamurdochblog.)
What do you mean you are going to “Work” and don’t have time to fetch my first Meowmosa of the weekend?
But it’s Caturday!!
“Overtime,” you say.
I hate “Overtime.”
What’s this Humans?
Is this a bowl of canned, ground, mass-produced Cat Food?
No, thank you.
In the summer months, I follow a strict, raw food, paleo diet, inspired by my cousins the Lions.