That's it. Mine Mummy is off again earwy this morning and That Thing hasn't eaten his bweakfast, nor his wunch, nor his dinner yet. Sigh, why can't I have a wittle bwother who is a stwong mature MANcat wike me?
pawed by Boy at 6:30 PM
Labels: Big Man Cat, mummy away, That Thing
11 comments:
He'll eat when he's hungry but in the meantime, be nice to him won't you?
Boy, you need to set a good example for little Oven. He looks up to you so!
Young cats can be like that. Hopefully he'll start eating.
Ah, Boy, but how long did it take or you to become a strong, mature mancat? You've had a few more years to become accustomed to your mom's disappearances. Can you comfort your little brother? He needs it.
Poor little bro!
Ok, she needs to stay in early, and pet you more! Where did she go? Tell her, more home time, less disappear out the door time.
he will grow up someday ~THe FLuffy TRibe
I dunt unnerstandz kitty katz dat dontz eatz. I eatz all ob da timez. OK?
Sweet little Oven misses his mummy. Someday he'll be as strong and mature as you, but for now he probably needs some snuggles from you until his mummy returns.
Wow, those are faberlous pikshers! It looks like fun!!
Sorry you din't get to share the blankey.
:)
What an amazing adventure your mum had. Not everycat can be a strong mature cat though unfortunately. FAZ
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