I refuse to git up. You can go to work, I’m staying here.
And pass the remote.
Pup in front: To join the Backyard Club, you must first go through our test.
Pup in front: You must jump on this trampoline fifteen times exactly, jump off, go to the kitchen and get us Cokes. Then we will decide if you can join us.
According to sender-inner Kate S., The Backyard Club is from left to right: Skeeter (OMG PONIES!1!!), Hannah, Jackie, Abby (she has edible ears!) and in the back pretending not to be interested, Stanley.
I can hear them better this way too.
[touches paw to head, cranking Led Zeppelin]
I’ll take two pink ones, Romeo the cat and sender-inner Ferdinand S.
Dewd, I cannot deal, Man. I mean it.
I’ve been in this squirming, mewing, shoving kitteh pile all weekend, and it is just wearing me out.
Do you have any Advil?
Don’t bogart the Advil, Kelly R.
Please check out this innocent piglet, getting roped in to the Snorgletron 2000.
PS — here’s Part One.
…I tewtelly hear you.
All boys are jerks. [Adjusts whiskers]
Tell me everything—from the beginning.
I won’t tell anyone—don’t worry [takes sip of Chardonnay]
This is gonna take a while, Emily G….
Hey Guyths, I’m working from home today. [getting hair in keyboard]
I’ll be reachable in all the usual ways; iChat, email, cell phone, ring a bell, shake a Pounce treat can, etc.
[Turns on Oprah, falls asleep in crux of keyboard]
You are soooooo out-of-the-office, Davona N. ;)
[looking over professor glasses]
Yes, yes, this is correct.
Regular kitteh plus Happy Feet penguin equals kitteh ear tufts. Every time.
You get an "A", Ellen L. Summer is high-tuftage season.
I meant CRISPY
Did I say "kitteh"?
Sorry, I meant crispy. And guac. I loves me the guac.
Hold the harbls.
Suzi L., make mine one with everything, pls. ;)
Please tell me that this lil’ kitteh-that-looks-like-a-bear is not the cutest kitteh in ALL DEE LAND.
[Handing kitteh "Cutest" sash to wear]
[crowd going wild sound]
Jen M., you should really be careful where you send your photos—that’s some potent shizzle.