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.)
Canned food is good and all, but nothing beats your homemade Dog food, Human Mommy.
Mmmm… My sensitive Canine nose detects chicken, brown rice, carrots and a soupcon of extra virgin olive oil.
Is it ready yet? It sure smells ready and, let me tell you, I’m ready to eat!
What a lovely, colorful salad bar you have set up for me, Human Mommy!
May I assume that a fine tuna entree will be forthcoming?
A Kitten cannot thrive on rose petals alone.
Are your pre-dinner treats late in finding their way from their packet to your mouth to your tummy?
Meditate fiercely as Lions do.
What do you mean it’s not dinner time yet? By our watches, it’s half-past food o’clock.
What, you thought we Cats didn’t observe Daylight Savings Time?
–Quicksilver, Darth Vader, Lily and Finnegan
Humans, don’t feel obliged to boil that lovely chicken on my account. Just remove the plastic and place the bird on the floor. I’ll serve myself–no problem.
You know you’re a big girl when…
…you are invited to dine with the rest of the pride.
Dinnertime is upon us, Humans.
May we assume that you have planned an appropriately meaty menu for us?
–Quicksilver and Charlie
Humans, dinner time is upon us. What is this? Is this a leaf?
What part of “obligate carnivore” did you not understand?
–Phelps and Quicksilver
Cats can be neither early nor late for dinner. Dinner should happen when we arrive as we have impeccable timing.