This is Lucy, our resident spazz cat, wearing one of her many "I am soooo miserable!" faces. I think she has about 107 of them. Seriously
. But we are making progress.
BUSTED! This is Lucy having fun, when she thinks nobody's looking.
Realizing she's been caught, she drops Seņor Sneaky Snake, and starts to sulk.
This is Penelope. She's all like "Hey! I found a cabinet, and I'm having a party! COME ON IN!"
This is Cynthia fleeing, all like "You call that a party? You don't even have real
juice boxes in there. You're so lame!"
"Everybody knows it's not a party without balloons! Look at me, I stole one from the boy!" (and she did! or tried to, awfully darn hard).
"HA! Who needs balloons? I've got the good stuff! :THUD:"
"Your party sucked". "No, YOUR party sucked!". "NO, YOUR party sucked!"
"I've got a box!"
"Oh yea? Well, I've got a bag!"
"Oh YEA? Well, I've got a bowl on my hea... uh, nevermind."
The other day, I walked into the dining room and found...
which was really nice because until recently, Lucy's been a major snotface to my heart kitty. Not that Cynthia didn't have it coming, but still