No, I’m not going to tell you my secrets. A cat has the right to her privacy.
You could not handle such exciting secrets anyway.
No, I’m not going to tell you my secrets. A cat has the right to her privacy.
You could not handle such exciting secrets anyway.
Mommy squishes me too affectionately for me to abandon her.
There has got to be a way.
I need a favor!
By favor, do you mean a bullet to the head?
Roar. You are already dead.
Donald Trump is angry!
The zombie apocalypse is upon us!
The humans are playing with their camera again.
What in tarnation are they taking pictures of though?
Is that what I think it is?
I see an ultra-cool thing on the floor. I NEED it. I need it now.
Did the spider just say what I think it did?
They’re hiding potato pancakes from me?
My Mommy gives me tacos.
And what do I give her?
Look, I just want the rent money for my cat tree. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.
YARRR!!! With the very blood I spill from her veins, I shall spice the rum in my cat dish.