The way I see it, Angeline, it's all a trade off. Yes, the Small Person takes up way too much of The Woman's time . . .
. . . but on the other paw, we have this nice bed we didn't have before. And The Small Person is trying hard to pat me correctly--
Do you smell that, Cory? Tunafish! I thought I heard a can opener.
No doubt. And here comes The Woman, bringing us the tuna juice. Well, I say we ignore her, teach her a little lesson--
But, Cory, it's there! Now! In the cat room!
Dognabbit, Angeline, you have no pride.
As you said, Cory, it's all a tradeoff.
You greedy huzzy! Wait for me!
You know, we're only doing this to keep The Small Person from getting it. She would make a mess and it probably wouldn't agree with her. Tradeoffs.
What a life! What a good life!
I'll take my time to read the text about the crows later.
Oh dear...they have a cat room too? Life is so tough on cats!
The cat room is a bathtub and sink no longer in use by humans. (I can't get out of the tub without hurting my back.)
Tuna Juice. Kitty crack.
It's good they were able to put their grievances aside, if only momentarily.
I miss our black and white kitty. She would really not like your Small Person,as she quite vehemently objected to such creatures.
A lovely little conversation that gave me a giggle! Thanks much!
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