I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. And… wait! What is that smell? Fish? It smells horribly wonderful.
Me: Oh, I just spilled some tuna on the floor. I’m giving some to Moon Cat for breakfast.
Tiger: Tuna? For a cat? Why is something that good being given to the cat?
Stella: For once, and only once, I must agree with Tiger, Lady Human. That is dog quality food you are wasting there.
Me: Stay back while I clean it up. Oh, Wiggles! Stop dancing in it!
Wiggles: Yes, this is my happy comma dance. It smells great right here and that makes me happy. Ah, what’s this wet stuff?
Doodlebug: You’re dancing in the spilled food! Stop!
Miss Sweetie: You don’t have to clean it up, Lady Human. I know how to do that! My tongue is big enough for that chore.
Stella: Wiggles! You put your feet all in it! When food is on the floor, there is only one thing to do with it. EAT IT!
Tiger: To my shock and horror, I find myself agreeing with Stella.
Stella: That’s QUEEN Stella to you.
Tiger: There the agreement ends. Now that Wiggles has stepped all in it, well…that doesn’t really make a difference, does it?
Wiggles: Forgive me, Lady Human. I must stop dancing while I… mmm, mmm…clean up this…mmm, mmm, mmm…lovely…mmm, mmm…mess. There! Done! Oh, and my…mmm, mmm…feet. Now back to happy comma dancing. What a wonderful day!
Moon Cat: Meow.
Stella: Typical.
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