Mom, why do you have that flashy thing pointed at me? I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just trying to take a nap. These are my “I’m glaring at you ‘cuz you’re disturbing me” eyes. Are they working? Are you scared yet?
Mom, I’m trying to take a nap, too. Shakespeare likes to sleep on the pillow but I prefer your lap! And I won’t scare you.
Oh, little Mr. perfect. I’m going to pretend you’re not there. Don’t you love my fur coat? It’s going to come in so handy when winter comes.
Mom? What did you mean when you said you were going to change my name to Velcro or Sticky Sam? And I told you not to point that flashy thing at me when I’m sleeping on your lap. I tried to get my foot up on the lens but I wasn’t fast enough.
Mom, can you get me a bigger pillow? My tail doesn’t fit on this one. Look…I have snowshoes on my feet! All that fur is going to keep my feet warm when winter comes.
From the Mom: Stop thinking and talking about winter. I’m not ready!