The spring pot of catnip is robust and leafy.
Upon first offer, Jeff passed by. No thank you.
Oh, all right then. A taste.
One taste became many… then things got a bit blurry.
We previously established that all beds are mine.
Sometimes the computer makes a nice bed.
The dog’s bed, you say?
I see no dog.
And as I am presently occupying this bed, I think it’s obvious that said bed is in fact mine.
Now that I think on this topic, I seem to recall that all beds are mine.
So I enjoy rolling about in the grass on a sunny day. Who doesn’t?
Then I can take a little bit of outside back in with me. As a bonus, I find this generates an amusing flurry of Staff activity.
You should try it.
The Staff’s quality of service has slipped recently. I am very annoyed at being kept indoors while they claim silly excuses like “raining,” “nighttime,” and “40 degrees.”
When I am through sleeping on this, I might consider packing my things.
I see there are some sour cream traces in that bowl.
I’ll take care of that for you.
I see you are “cooking” over there.
I have some significant concerns regarding your technique. In addition, that food does not appear to be designed for my consumption.
Due to mercurial cat reasons I am not inclined to explain, I disapprove of the NBA Playoffs. Your television is large; my presence is larger.
I have spoken.