This Mama Is Having Funny Conversations With Her Chatty Cats

Dexter: Mama, I just can't.

Mama: Can't what?

Dexter: I don't know. But I just can't. So don't make me.

Mama: What are you doing on my towels, Olive?

Olive: I'm keeping them warm for you, Mama. Don't you like a warm towel after your shower?

Mama: I'd prefer a non-furry towel.

Olive: Well, I can't help you there. I'm only a towel warmer, not a de-furrer. That's asking too much of me, Mama.

Sophie: Come here, Mama. I have a secret.

Mama: Is it that you're super cute?

Sophie: That's no secret!

Mama: What's your secret then?

Sophie: To being super cute?

Mama: No, you said you have a secret.

Sophie: Did I? Sorry, I got distracted by my cuteness.

Woodrow: Mama, will Friday be here soon?

Mama: Very soon.

Woodrow: I'm so over this week.

Mama: All that napping and snoozing too much for you?

Woodrow: See, you get it.

Olive: Mama, get my good side!

Mama: All of your sides are good.

Olive: Flattery gets you nowhere with me, Mama. Now, get my good side!

Woodrow: Mama, will you open the screen door for me?

Mama: No, you're not allowed outside.

Woodrow: Never mind, I'll do it myself.

Harley: Hey guys, you look pretty comfy there. Are you looking for another cuddle buddy?Dexter: Move along, Harley. Three's a crowd.

Mama: What's wrong, Woodrow?

Woodrow: Do you think everyone will like my bow tie? I wanted to go with something festive for today, but I'm not sure pink is my color.

Mama: Woodrow, you would look good in any color.

Woodrow: Aww, you're making me blush. Happy Valentine's Day, Mama.

Mama: Happy Valentine's Day to you too!

Sophie: It's a fort kind of day, Mama.

Mama: Maybe you shouldn't build your fort on my bed. I almost crushed you!

Sophie: That's okay, Mama. I'll just install some steel rebar to reinforce the roof.

Mama: Doesn't sound like my bed will be very comfy anymore.

Sophie: But my fort will be uncrushable. So it's a win-win!

Mama: Could you two be any cuter?

Dexter: Hold on, Mama. Sophie, what do you think?

Sophie: We're pretty cute, Dexter. I think maximum cuteness has been reached.

Dexter: Mama, it's decided. We couldn't be any cuter.

Woodrow: Hey, Mama. Mama, wake up.

Mama: What?

Woodrow: You're so peaceful when you sleep.

Mama: Um, thanks?Woodrow: I could watch you for hours.

Mama: Please don't.

Mama: Olive, did you see who stole my piece of cheese?

Olive: Um, no.

Mama: Really...

Olive: Mama, my tongue has a mind of its own. It LOVES cheese! Camembert, if you've got it. 

Mama: Olive, have I told you how beautiful you are lately?

Olive: No, you haven't. I've been meaning to talk to you about that, Mama. A tortie deserves to be told she's beautiful at least five times a day.

Mama: Five times, really?

Olive: Breakfast, lunch, dinner and whenever I use the litter. And that's about twice a day.

Mama: That seems like an odd time to be told you're beautiful.

Olive: I don't make the rules, Mama. You just need to abide by them.