I got lost–real lost. The ground below me was hard and hot and impossible to dig.
I’d almost given up when a Human saw me in the middle of what he called the “street” and placed me in a bucket.
I didn’t exactly love the bucket, but I guess it’s better than what Human Daddy says would have happened to me if I’d remained in the “street.”
Things looked up a bit when the Humans set up what Human Mommy calls my “temporary luxury suite.”
I mean, it’s okay–not exactly “luxury,” but maybe 3 stars out of 5.
The Humans have promised me an outdoor Turtle enclosure. This sounds much preferable to my 3-star suite.
In the meantime, I’ll be burrowing myself in my new substrate. (Good call on the substrate, Humans.)
I can’t wait to move to my outdoor Turtledom.
Chop, chop Humans!
–Princess Box Turtle (who thus far lacks a name and is not pleased about this)
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.)
Living with roommates is no easy thing. For example, sometimes your roomie will want to munch on something super stinky on the couch while you’re trying to watch TV.
Eeeewww, Cosmo, really? I’d move but I was here first.
What’s the matter, Darth? Bully Sticks smell AMAZING! I’ll share it with you if you want.
–Darth Vader and Cosmo
But of course I know how to get down!
Why would you even ask?
It’s the weekend. We’re in the car. This can only mean one thing…
–Cosmo and Stella
It’s not always easy to conversate with the Meowies.
Often, they’ll conk out in the middle of your story, long before you get to the point.
Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to restart my detailed account of the hole I’m digging to China in the backyard when Lily wakes up.
The Meowies say it’s rude to hover, but I’m ever so hungry.
I ate 5 minutes ago, i.e. an ETERNITY.
Hurry up Uncle Charlie! I’m starving.
If you are a Woofie, you may need to wait for the Humans to offer you a pillow.
If you’re a Cat, you simply take possession of what’s rightfully yours.
You know Human Daddy loves you because of all the sweet things he does, like putting a pillow under your head when you are zonked out on the hard floor.
Just because we sprawl together doesn’t mean we are “together.”
We are practicing for the upcoming Mixed Species Synchronized Sprawling Regional Qualifiers.
That’s all that’s going on here.
I sure hope I get a nose kiss when we make it to Nationals!