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Sneak Attack Interrupted

Pierre: It’s time to strip the comforter off the bed to do laundry, but I’m not moving. This makes a nice hiding place!

gray tabby cat half-tucked under rumpled bedclothes

Pierre: Do you hear something? It sounded like paws on the bed!

Orange tabby cat approaches behind gray tabby cat

Pierre: I see you!

Newton: Oh… umm… Hi, Pierre! I didn’t notice you there.

gray tabby cat stares at orange tabby cat

Pierre: Sure you didn’t. You weren’t trying to sneak up on me.

Newton: I wouldn’t do that!

Pierre: Or pounce on me when I wasn’t looking.

Newton: I would NEVER do that. You must be thinking of some other orange cat.

gray tabby cat shows displeasure to orange tabby cat

Newton: Where’d you go? Pierre?

orange tabby cat sits on bed

Happy St. Catrick’s Day!

Ashton: So who was this St. Catrick who everyone keeps talking about, and what does he have to do with putting a bear on my tail?

Newton: Maybe he banished all of the fleas from the land or something. But while you’re distracted with your new little friend…

Fortress Interruptus

Ashton: What are you doing, Pierre?

Pierre: I’m hanging out in my fortress of catitude. What does it look like?

Ashton: It kind of looks like a cat carrier.

Pierre: That’s just your imagination because there’s a cat in it: me.

Ashton: This has a lot of zippers. I guess it could be luggage. Are you going on a trip?

Pierre: I’m not going anywhere. I’m contemplating life fine right where I am.

Ashton: Well, I’m not hanging around, just in case it’s a carrier. Or luggage. I don’t need to go where either of those things go.

Pierre: OK, but my fortress of catitude isn’t going anywhere.

Pierre: Girlcats and their imaginations…

The Fortress of Catitude

Pierre: Look what I’ve got! It’s better than a box, because it’s more comfortable on top. The humans were talking about putting this in the car, but it’s mine now.

Newton: Oh, wow, that’s pretty cool, Pierre. It looks really comfortable inside. What a perfect bachelorcat pad.

Pierre: And it’s mine. Don’t think about getting your orange fur in my fortress of cattitude.

Newton: This isn’t a fortress. And you don’t have a way with the ladies, so you don’t need a bachelorcat hangout.

Pierre: What do you mean?

Newton: Well the ladies all love an orange cat. You’re just gray, so you don’t need to have a place to entertain them.

Pierre: Don’t even think about bringing your ladyfriends into the fortress of catitude!

Newton: HEY!

Pierre: We’ll see how much they like your orange fur with a little bit of it pulled out right here.

Newton: You don’t have to get so rough. Geez!

Pierre: First you stole my status as youngest cat. Then you stole everyone’s hearts online. Then this morning, you stole my breakfast. You are not stealing my fortress.

Newton: You have issues, Pierre.