Got Dog? Good for you!
You’ll never have to dine alone again.
You Humans call it “begging.”
We call it “ordering.”
–Luna, Stella, and Cosmo
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.)
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.
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!
The Woofies are big enough, Humans, bigger than enough, too big, really, more equine than canine.
They’ve obviously had enough to eat. Why do you keep buying them more cans of wet food?
For the Love of Cat, how big do you want them to get?! Clydesdale-size??!!
Choose your bachelor pad wisely. If you like a bit of action, don’t move too far out to the country–youthful Kittens will keep you young.
On the other paw, be sure that your pad is protected from the hurly-burly of the youngsters’ catnip-fueled disputes. Kittens may do fine with a mere 18 hours of sleep daily, but you require a minimum of 20 hours.
Most importantly, make sure that your pad is in close proximity to the best place in the house, i.e. the kitchen.
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.
No matter how many times we hiss and threaten the use of our diamond-cuttingly sharp claws, the biggest Woofie just doesn’t understand that it’s rude to hover over our high tea.
–Charlie, Luna, Darth Vader, and Lily