Max: The escape committee pulled one off today, and they didn’t let me in on it. They called me a fink and a toady to management! I showed them! When Mom and Dad discovered they were missing, I led the “rescue operation.” I led Mom right to where they were hiding.
I got a very nice reward! They got time in the “Cooler.”
You can’t call me a toady to management and get away with it!
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Who escaped
Max: “those dastardly kittens – Marcus aand Sabrina…brats!”
Those sweeties???
So Called!
Be afraid, Max. Be very afraid. I’ve heard my kitties murmur something about, “we don’t get mad, we get even.” 😼
They’ve been glaring at him all day…I expect the there will be a reckoning.
🤣
Marcus and Princess, being cats, can’t possibly understand the dynamics between canine and human. You’re no toady. You’re a good dog. Teddy and I are always finding each other for our human who jusst doesn’t have canine sensory attributes and has to rely on us. Your pal forever and ever, Polar Bear Yeti T. Dog
Max! Do you know what happens to snitches?
The gang of two chased his tail last night. He is beginning to find out.
Oh God, now you’re going to have to manage relations between the warring factions.
We are planning a peace summit. featuring favored bits of food for the dog and catnip for the gang of two.