Laugh. Learn. Love cats.
Pierre: We haven’t gotten to participate in laundry day in a while. This is great!
Newton: I love this warm laundry.
Newton: * SNIFF *
Pierre: What are you doing?
Newton: I’m enjoying the fresh laundry smell. * SNIFF *
Pierre: I don’t care if it’s clean, I’m still not sniffing the manpeep’s pants like that. Have you seen where he wears those?
Newton: Way to be a nipkill, Pierre.
Newton: I don’t care what Pierre says. These are my clean pants, and, I’m keeping them.
Newton: Are there shoes in here for me?
Ashton: You don’t even wear shoes.
Newton: How do you know? I might start. I kind of like those flip flops.
Ashton: Hi, Pierre.
Newton: Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there.
Pierre: What are you doing with my box?
Newton: I don’t see your name on it.
Pierre: Are you going to get out of my box, or do I have to make you?
Ashton: Uh-oh.
Pierre: I said, get out of my box!
Newton: Well you didn’t have to be rude with it. I was almost done. I’m going, I’m going!
Do you share your box?
Newton: Gotcha, chickie!
I know you’re probably here to see Ashton and join her chicken emporium, but why does she have to get all of the attention? Why don’t you come to visit me?
We could sit and whisper secrets. Or you could give me a litlte smooch. Go ahead, smooch me.
What? You just witnessed our interspecies moment? You won’t tell anyone about it, will you?
Did you miss some of our chicken capers? You can catch up any time!
Newton: Ashton! Ashton! Where are you?
Newton: I can’t seem to find her anywhere, and this is a big deal. It’s not every day that she gets mail of her own!
Newton: If you see her, let her know she has mail. I need to get my beauty rest now. This is cutting into my 18 hours.
