[COMES BACK WIELDING A BUSTED WHIFFLE BAT AND COVERED IN BLUE JAY FEATHERS]
Drat. Well, I won't try that tactic again. Where was I? Oh, yes, the popcorn. The small bipeds, bless them, were playing a game where they were tossing the popcorn in the air and trying to catch it with their mouths. They weren't all that good, let's be honest, but no complaints! The food rained down like Pacman Jones throwing dollar bills at a Vegas nightclub. Hm, all that extra weight might have slowed us down for that squirrel chase.
Can you send them over here? We don't own any small bipeds, only cats.
Daisy...you can't fool me. I knew mom gave you some cheese last night. I'm just not fast enough to stick my tongue under the table to get it. When I get skinny like you...watch out!
Beauregard on Sep 16 at 09:10 PM