Mommy: "Sam, are you supposed to be on my dining table?"
Sam: "Well, I'm very comfy Mommy!"
"Yes, you do look comfy, but that is not supposed to be where you get comfy!"
"But.....look how comfy I am!"
"Look at my sweet face, can you resist this face?"
Apparently not!Sam, the other white meat!
Sam I am
Dinner I ain't!
9 comments:
You look so comfy on that table. I wish we had a tidy house like that...
If you are comfy, you should be Allowed to stay there!
Sam, you are a way better accessory than that pot of greenery. We say you should be allowed to stay there.
KC said...
Hee hee hee, the other white meat. That's funny.
No, Sam, you's not dinner. You's dekorashun, like a centerpiece.
Purrs,
KC
Go Sam! My human parents have the same weakness and simply clean the tables with germ killer instead. Not that the germs come from *me*, of course. :)
Humans need to understand that what's yours, is yours; what's theirs is yours, too.
Yes, that is your table too. If your mom wants to sleep on it, she'll have to wait her turn.
I wouldn't be on that table around late November, Sam. You might find new meaning for the phrase "the other white meat"!!! What a handsome boy you are and I love those pretty blue eyes of yours!
Sam, you are simply a gorgeous ball of floof. SS wants to snuggle you!
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