
“Get the feathers! Get the feathers!”
“Why do they keep moving? Do you like watching me suffer, hooman? You hoomans are sick, sick creatures!”

“Get the feathers! Get the feathers!”
“Why do they keep moving? Do you like watching me suffer, hooman? You hoomans are sick, sick creatures!”

“It’s a snow day, Potato! We can play all day!”
“Play? All day?”
“Momma said you need more exercise, so no being lazy!”
“But I require naps! >:C”
“Hey, I was thinking of maybe holding a little get-together when the weather warms up. You know, to catch up and all that? Mason has quite a few cousins his age to play with now. It could be fun.”
“Like a party? Can Uncle Beau come? He’s funny!”

“You speak of this ‘Bow’ hooman. I know of him. The monster who dares to reject my benevolence! Bring him to me, my servants, and you will have as many mice and birds you can eat!”