Chop chop, Human Mommy! Put your opposable thumbs to use by opening this Jumbo-sized container of treats for me!
Don’t overextend yourself, though. Don’t bother parceling out a tiny portion for me.
I’m perfectly capable of serving myself once you’ve got the lid off.
No, you may not rest your gigantic head on my pillow, Human Mommy.
What a strange question!
Why would you even ask?
Don’t feel bad about hitting the Lion’s Head Tavern a wee bit before noon.
Don’t feel bad about squinting your eyes tight shut in order to imitate a leaf, or a loaf, or maybe a leaf loaf.
We all cope with Monday in our own way.
–Darth Vader and Finnegan, aka Leaf Loaf
Don’t spend too much on an itchy, ill-fitting Halloween costume that you’ll only wear once!
Sometimes, all you need is to accentuate your eyes.
You know it’s a true Bromance…
…when you can’t say where one tail ends and the other begins.
–Cosmo and Darth Vader
A lovely story from Portugal about the daring rescue of a beautiful, singing House Panther. Enjoy!
Purrs, Darth Vader et al
No, Cosmo, Human Mommy can’t play fetch with you right now.
Can’t you see?
Human Mommy is busy being my cushion.
Beware of the hot temperatures, Humans! Your House Panther may melt into a large, tarry puddle, reminiscent of an oil slick.
Don’t fret, Humans! Tuna and catnip will restore your Panther to his solid form.
Fine, I guess I can share but only with Human Daddy.
He bought my chair after all.
Please fetch me a fishing pole, Human Mommy.
What do you mean I need a fishing license to fish in my own private goldfish and Koi pond?!
Great, just great.
My breakfast plans are ruined due to nonsensical government regulations.