Senseless Sunday #Sarcasm: Nothing to eat
Happy Dog: I’m very unhappy!
Other Brother Coon Cat: You want unhappy? How’s about letting me use you as a pillow for a while.
Rottie Mutt: Mmmm…kitty gift…
OBCC: When it’s time for me to poop, you’ll be the first to know. It’s not something I can hurry along!
HD: Mom always gives us a little food after she eats. I miss egg and cheese, chicken, oatmeal with turkey bacon. Turkey bacon…mmmm.
RM: She’s drinking that white stuff in a bottle. It tastes like the time I tried to lick rust off a pole.
HD: She calls it a nutritional shake. That’s all she eats, tea and white stuff. We’re worried she’ll never give us treats again.
OBCC: Why should I care? Coon Cat and I know how to badger her until she opens our canned food. We’re very unhappy she gives you reprobates some of our food, too.
HD: I can’t reprobate, my last mom had my balls cut off.
OBCC: Why do I bother?
RM: Mmmm…kitty…he smells just like…
HD: …Turkey bacon!!!
Mom: Rottie Mutt! Stop trying to eat your brother!
RM: Oh, Dog! She read minds!
HD: It isn’t hard to know what you’re thinking when you’re holding his head in your mouth.
OBCC: It’s not like you’re starving. There’s the perpetual dry food bowl and Dad still gives you treats.
RM (with a big sigh): It’s just not the same.
Mom: Doggie, doggie, doggies! Come get a biscuit.
*run, run, run…munch, munch, munch*
OBCC: (leisurely walking up to Rottie Mutt): Satisfied?
RM: (sniffing OBCC’s rear): Not until I’ve had dessert.