I don't want to hear any "Ewwwwwwws" from the Peanut Gallery-- Like you've never done this? Sheesh, she should be glad these were old shoes, and that I had not eaten my breakfast yet!
Kitties, wouldn't you think what with all the shenanigans of the past week that the Human would be paying me a good deal more attention, rather than gallivanting off to wedding showers and movies? Seriously? Surely you can see how angry I am in my picture today, refusing to look at her and staring stonily into the distance? Yes, I know I appear comfortable in my soft beddy, and my furs are all floofed after a gentle brushing, and I am well-fed and sleepy . . . but still! Fury seethes in my savage breast . . . Oh, all right then . . . Fuggedaboudit.
Spitty: Well, Stampo, my week of mischief was pretty fun, wasn't it? Stampo: I guess so, but since I didn't get in on any of it, I wouldn't know. Spitty: Listen, little buddy, I got me some more ideas. You want in on them this time? Stampo: Do I! Does a Trout Town Tabby love his trout? Spitty: Say, you got any spare thumbs I could borrow? Stampo: I don't think so, but can I come in your tent and help you scheme? Spitty: All in good time, little one, all in good time. For now, could you bring me my toonas and the pink mousie?