Laugh. Learn. Love cats.
Newton: Look who’s back. It must be that time of year again. Hey, Cupcake, Mr. Bones is here!
Newton: I’m going to let him in so he can make himself comfortable.
Cupcake: Hi, Mr. Bones. Did Mr. Newton say you could sit there? Because that’s my bed.
Cupcake: I don’t think it’s big enough for both of us.
Cupcake: Wouldn’t you be more comfortable on the sofa, Mr. Bones?
Pierre: Hey, Cupcake, is that your tail?
Cupcake: * whispers * Don’t tell him where I am.
Cupcake: Hey, where did he go?
Pierre: I fooled you, Cupcake!
Pierre: I’m in my new house.
Cupcake: YOUR house? I don’t think so, Mr. Pierre!
Pierre: Besides, I have seniority.
Pierre: That means I should get all the best sleeping spots. Like this one.
Cupcake: I always wanted a house all my own. This one doesn’t look like it is occupied except the ghosts outside, so it’s mine now!
Cupcake: If I roll around in here, it will smell like me and only me. Which is just how I like things.
Cupcake: The humans said this house is scary. Is that because I’m in here?
Cupcake: After all, I look very fierce! Right?
Cupcake: What IS that, Mr. Newton?
Newton: I think it used to be a chicken. Now it’s just leftovers.
Cupcake: Leftovers? Thank goodness. I was worried that it was a new cat food.
Newton: If you stole less treats, you wouldn’t have to worry about getting put on a diet like this one.
Cupcake: HEY! That’s not nice. Also, I think I see a little bit of food left under the lip of this plate.
Cupcake: If there’s leftovers under the plate, that means the bird started out, you know, not naked like that.
Newton: Who do you think ate it?
Ashton: It tasted like chicken.
