Too Hot to Chase a Cat – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. That’s all. I’ll just sit here.

Tiger: Hey, MoonCat is sitting the middle of the floor. Somebody needs to chase her.

Wiggles:  Why don’t you do it?

Tiger:  Nope.

Wiggles:  Sweetie?

Miss Sweetie:  Nope.

Wiggles:  But you always…

Miss Sweetie:  Nope. I am settled under the air conditioning unit. I am in my zone.

Wiggles:  Doodlebug?

Doodlebug:  Huh?

Wiggles:  Cat chasing.

Doodlebug:  Not now, thank you. That sounds like hot work. I am already hot enough.

Wiggles:  Stella, you’re the queen. The cat is snooting around.

Stella:  Nope. You do it.

Wiggles:  Nope. Cat chasing. Heat. Bad idea. Those two things do not go together.

Stella:  Royal decree number 1023: No cat chasing in the heat. I determine what cat chasing is and what heat is. The end. And don’t hog the A/C.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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