Sure, I’m a Cat in a Cave, paparazzi. It has decent alliteration, but didn’t you consider why I’m in the cave?
Did it never occur to you that a Cat in a Cave might value his privacy?
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
Yes, I’m magnificent.
Feel free to call me Sun King.
No Lion achieves a great roar without practice.
I read an informative WordPress Post yesterday.
I learned that, at a mere 15 years old, I am considered “geriatric.”
I don’t feel “geriatric,” not at all.
Just look at how high I can jump!
Woofies grow up too fast. That is why it is essential to train them when they are relatively small, preferably smaller than you, in order to instill a proper respect for Cats in them.
In the Woofies’ imagination, I will always be a Lion.
The Lion in Winter really prefers to bask in the hopeful, hesitant sun rays of Spring.
A great guard Cat is never caught sleeping on the job. The open mouth? It’s not a yawn–it’s a fearsome roar.