Human Mommy, I love you…
…but you are terrible at parallel parking.
I can’t even watch right now.
Don’t be afraid to experiment with color!
Teal will make your stripes pop like nobody’s business.
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)
What do you mean you are going to “Work” and don’t have time to fetch my first Meowmosa of the weekend?
But it’s Caturday!!
“Overtime,” you say.
I hate “Overtime.”
I’ll admit that I had a rough few days health wise. I may have even complained about my symptoms more than once.
What do you expect? I’m old and grouchy, particularly when I’m not feeling tip-top.
But is the V-E-T really necessary?!
I did NOT consent to this!
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!
Want to own the street?
Stalk down the sidewalk like a Boss.
See that stripey Ginger behind me? He knows I own it.
Want to own a Human’s lap?
Easy, dig your claws in.
–Orzo, Guest Contributor
Seriously, Humans, you’re holding up your cellphones and making kissy-kissy noises at me to get me to pose.
Don’t you see that I’m busy procuring breakfast…er…birdwatching?
Powerful conversations don’t necessarily involve words.
Feel the roar through your whiskers.
“Get down, Puppies!” Human Mommy says as she rushes to get ready for work.
Puppies? What Puppies?
Only us King-sized Pillows here, Human Mommy.
Please leave the bedroom door open on your way out in case we Pillows fancy a snack or need to go potty.
–Cosmo and Stella