P: The sun was nice that day, beside the front door.
P: Gawd, you're such a camera hoor. Note my demure stance. Not that it made any difference, you always got the attention...
P: I did not!
P: It's not a matter of DID. You still do!
P: Piffle. It's all in your head. You're always sitting on her lap.
P: And you're always sitting on his.
P: Well, he's the right size for me.
P: You can say that again...
P: Are you calling me fat?
P: Not if it makes you run to mummy...
P: ...
P: anyway, I think I was the cuter kitten. Let's show Gemma something else:
P: Oh, did you have to bring that up? The one time I fall into water...
P: Heh. It was so funny.
P: Well, look at this:
P: Oh you bugger. Where did you find that?
P: Same place I found this:
and this:
P: You just wait, Mr Padge. You'll get yours one day...
P: Well, stop being snarky, kiddo... Gee, it's a nice day today!
What do you think, readers? Who WAS the cutest kitten?
4 comments:
Oh.
Oh, my.
'Scuse me while I go and update my links.
Can we have a 'They are both sooooo cute, I can't decide' cop out button?
Oh no you don't. They're both very interested in the results.
Charlie voted for Mr Pooter. Gemma is asleep, so I'll have to show her again tomorrow.
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