We sometimes have trouble understanding what Mom is talking about.

If she would just speak the language of food, I know Shakespeare would understand her all the time!

The other day she looked at us and said we crack her up.

One time when we were running too fast in the house we made the lamp fall down…

I think the lamp jumped ‘cuz it was scared of us!

…anyway, it cracked and Mom said it wasn’t any good.

If we crack her up, does that mean she isn’t any good?

She also loves to call us goofballs.

We aren’t balls…..we’re kitties.

We don’t even know what a goof is.

Maybe it’s some kind of food.  Look….there’s two o’s in the middle of goof and there’s two o’s in the middle of food so it must be the same!

Shakespeare, the readers are going to think all you do is eat.  Come to think of it, your face is in the food dish an awful lot!

Maybe…..but the doctor man doesn’t tell me I have to lose some weight like he tells you.

Hush!  Back to understanding Mom.  Sometimes she tells us we’re going to summer camp.  We have no idea where this camp is and we’ve never seen Mom pack any of our toys in one of those box things to get us ready.  What’s even more strange is that she seems to threaten us with that when we’re being super naughty.

Does that mean that camp is a bad thing?

See….we just don’t understand Mom all the time.

The only time we always understand Mom is when she mentions TREATS!!!