Wastin’ away in Meowgaritaville…
Some people say there’s a woman to blame…
I blame the hammock.
The Humans say you have been too hot, Summer.
The Humans are wrong. You’ve been perfect…
…just the hot, sultry way you are.
New landscaping project, Humans?
I’ll reserve judgment.
Human Mommy, I love you…
…but you are terrible at parallel parking.
I can’t even watch right now.
Want to be a Top Cat Model? Know your angles.
I’m handsome in profile.
Three-quarters view is my best look, as it works well with my bone structure and enhances my air of mystery.
Truth to tell, I miss the good old days when the Private Members-Only Cat Club, sometimes erroneously referred to as the front porch, was only open to Male Cats.
Stop that, Uncle Quicksilver! You are being sexist and speciesist right now.
Besides, Stella’s initiation fees paid for our Club’s second couch.
–Quicksilver and Luna
Stella did it and got a cute nose-piercing for her efforts.
Can’t I take a long, deep whiff of Kitty Butt, too, Quicksilver?
As a Scent Hound, sometimes you have to give in and take a good, deep whiff of Meowie butt.
The Meowie’s Murder Mitten slamming down on your pretty Puppy nose is going to hurt.
Worth it. Totally worth it.
You don’t have to be awake to guard…
You just have to be intimidating.
–Darth Vader and Quicksilver