Viola, you were awfully close to those other cats. Did you feel like that’s something that could happen more frequently? You all did look content and downright cute together.
Well, lemme say, while I might have looked content, I was sharp and at-the-ready just in case Ms. Murder Mittens thought to have a go. Good thing my brother was between us.
Hmm, it kind of looked like you were squinting and sleepy and not really all that sharp as you put it, not that we’re complaining.
Really? Sounds a little like complaining . . .
Ahem, moving on. Quint, um, Quint . . . where’d you go?
Nevermind me. I was waiting for my sisters to be displaced so I’d have the fleecy blanket all to myself. Those two take up a lot of blanket space if you hadn’t noticed. Thanks, Mom, for displacing then with your riveting questions!
It’s been a long time since we had a Patrol Sergeant here at Colehaus, and yes, shenanigans and mayhem have had run of the roost for far too long.
We’ve been looking for the signs that someone might step up and be a good Patrol Sergeant fit and it would seem the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Angel Zuzu, Viola’s mama, was a good, reasonable Patrol Sergeant until she retired and Angel Sunny took over the role. Viola has shown signs of interest particularly when someone makes a loud noise somewhere in the house or whenever Tessa and Quint get into a tussle. Viola is all ears and rushes to the scene immediately. She’s always aware, curious and most importantly, doesn’t play favorites. Except when it comes to toys.
I don’t think so. I think my favorite toy needs me to take a nap and said so. There’s little I like better than a toy that speaks its mind.
I thought you said toys don’t speak, and what’s this about liking little better than a toy? I thought you liked food, snacks, brushings, combings . . .