Laugh. Learn. Love cats.
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.
Cupcake: There’s something in my box that moves.
Cupcake: It’s wet in there!
Cupcake: Come back here.
Cupcake: It smells like water, and it won’t stay still.
Cupcake: Uh-oh. There it goes again.
Cupcake: Oops, sorry about getting everyone wet. I don’t want it to get away.
Cupcake: SO CLOSE!
Cupcake: I think I’ve got it. Stop wiggling!
Cupcake: I did it!
Cupcake: Too bad it isn’t something I can eat. I’m hungry after all that work.
Cupcake: Can you watch this for me for a few minutes? I’m going to find a snack.
