Laugh. Learn. Love cats.
Did someone order a box of cat tails? Looks like there’s only one left.
Newton: Where?
I don’t see any cat tails anywhere in this box. Maybe you’re talking about another box?
A box in the kitchen, maybe? I’d better go investigate.
Any kitchen business is worth giving up my squatter’s rights on this box. A cat’s got to have priorities, after all.
We got three chicken hearts, one for each of us!
Newton: What is this? The head peep said “treat” when she called us in here, but…
Ashton: It looks kind of tasty, actually.
Pierre: You kitties can have mine. This isn’t food. I’ll be back when there’s salmon.
Newton: I’m not gonna try this first. YOU try it, Ashton.
Ashton: Why do I always have to try it first?
Ashton: I’m just going to take this…
Ashton: ….. over here.
Newton: I’m not sure the head peep is going to like that there.
Ashton: Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up later.
Newton: Wow, you really are eating that thing, aren’t you?
Ashton: It’s CHICKEN. Of course I am! I wonder if I can get more of these for my chicken emporium?
Ashton: Are you going to finish that? I’d hate to see it go to waste.
Newton: Something tells me this chicken heart isn’t making it to your chicken emporium…
Have you seen the rest of Ashton’s chicken capers? I you missed them, you can catch up any time.
Ashton: We have finally had the first breath of not-summer here, which means my second favorite thing (after chicken): An open door to the front porch.
Ashton: I love to smell the wild things outdoors. * SNIFF * What’s that? It’s not a wild thing.
Newton: I can be wild sometimes!
Ashton: Wildly annoying, maybe. Code orange fresh air pollution.
