A Room With A View

We are happy to report that Wrigley has entered phase two of recovery from his first knee surgery. Which means that he is now confined to a room without any furniture. Given that we've just recently dedicated an entire room to him that had been primarily patrolled by Tabitha, there has been a bit of an adjustment period. Primarily, I speak of the Cold Wars.




: So The Large Ones have brought you to my domain, I see. This will not stand. You are unwelcome here, Outlander.





: Huh? What? Do you have food?








: Ah, yes. Playing dumb, are we? Well, I am on to your scheme, infiltrator.







: So, then...you don't have food? Is that what I'm hearing?







: SILENCE!!








: What, if I may be so bold as to ask, does your butt smell like? Wait! No need to answer! I shall find out for myself.





: You are quickly raising my activity level from wild, unbridled indifference to slight, nearly imperceptible annoyance, Outlander.









: This seems like the best possible time to chase you for no reason whatsoever.







: You sneaky bastard!!






: Ok! Chase time is over. Could you please wait for just a moment while I lick myself in unmentionable places?






: On this we can agree. Let us both lick endlessly on our tasty privates.






Little known fact: This is the conversation Reagan and Gorbachev had in Reykjavik, nearly verbatim. We can learn so much from our domesticated animals.