This Mama Is Having Funny Conversations With Her Chatty Cats
One of those days
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.
When your'e too cute to focus
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.
Is it Friday yet?
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.
View from my nap
Woodrow: Hey, Mama. Mama, wake up.
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.
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.
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