C’mon mom let’s go into the basement. No, NO…I don’t need the granny tiger vest. I become as slow as a granny kitty. Cwap! If you insist. You have to catch me first…woohoo. Cwap! Kali, you lost too much weight….mom found me. It couldn’t be the bright orange tiger vest on your back that gave you away, is it? Alright, alright, I’ll go downstairs…where’s the treats first. Yuck…bewaa …..where are the tasty ones that our friends gave us? I see them!! Get ready, here I come.
Mmmmm…these are the yummy treats. Let’s keep going mom. Thanks mom…they taste way better than the cwappy ones that are good for me.
Oh look, dad hid your wagon down here. We have to get some water proving on it before Spring. Will we grow vegetables in here or flowers? A sweet potato vine crawling up the handle would be so cool, as long as Cow Kitty doesn’t climb it.
See the dead bodies to your left. Those are our outside animals hibernating till Spring. Had ya going, didn’t I?
Meanwhile up on the Poop Deck. Awww…feels so good to stretch out on a soft bed. What the….Cow Kitty get out of my bedroom! How rude!! I’m not prepared for visitors. *Cow Kitty slides across the floor in his haste to leave the bedroom.*
Here I’m protected and it feels so good to roll around in the tunnel.
Cow Kitty…oh Cow Kitty, where are you? I haven’t finished telling you off. Shh…don’t let her know I’m here. Mancats!! For nips sake. I swear not a lick of thinking just doing on his part. MOL