It’s the weekend. We’re in the car. This can only mean one thing…
–Cosmo and Stella
What do you mean, Human Mommy, that I must get out of this fun, crinkly plastic bag RIGHT NOW lest it smother me?
Did you ever think that you might be the one smothering me with your killjoy, rigid rules?
Heading out on the town this fine Friday evening?
Wherever you go, whatever you do, don’t walk.
Some games you can play alone, like knock-the-breakable-bibelots-off-the-bookshelf.
Some games, though, require a partner, like under-door-paw-swat.
–Lily and Amber