Pierre: Even up here in the mancat penthouse, I can’t seem to escape the attention of the pawparrazzi.
Hey! What does it take to get a little privacy around here?
Pierre: The head peep had ideas about things like cleaning the house, doing errands, attending her writer’s group…. I’m going to do this today. All day.
Just don’t get too many ideas about rubbing this tummy. It’s for admiring, not for touching.
Enjoy your easy Sunday, everyone!
Ashton: It has been a long week waiting for the head peep to grill some more chicken for me. I can’t help it if I ate my week’s allotment of grilled chicken treat early. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
Did I just hear the chicken package rattling?
Ashton: Hey Newton! It’s getting dark out… time to party! Want to play?
Newton: I don’t know. I have some cat business to take care of.
Ashton: You mean you heard some thunder earlier.
Newton: Shhh, don’t let my fan club hear you say that. I don’t want to lose their respect.
Ashton: You have an awfully high opinion of their respect for you in the first place. You’re such a chicken.
Newton: You have chicken? Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?
Newton: I don’t see any chicken out here. Don’t tell me you ate it already.
Ashton: If I had chicken, I would have eaten it. Instead, I just have you. Come on, last one to the red dot has to wait in line at the litterbox!