The human is not concerned about the hissing cat. I am not convinced. I shall protect my source of gooshy!

The human is under the mistaken impression this hand belongs to her. Clearly it was made to worship & please me

In battle, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

The human continues to eat the orange spheres. This is very confusing.

The human ordered take-out!

Inside is warm. Outside is cold. Rescue a cat today!

The human turned her back. AND HER DINNER WAS MINE!

WTF is an orange? This is not food! No wonder the human is always cranky. Does she not know about squirrels?

I will compell the human to give me her food!

The human WILL scratch my head now. Or ELSE.

Eventually, the human must look away. Then, I shall make my move!

If the furless monkey would just turn her back for a moment, dinner would be mine!

Spent all day trying to get into the brining game hen. The minion finally got the hint. She can be a bit slow!

Blue feathered toy? What blue feathered toy?

The minion is paying more attention to the computer than me. Easy fix: the computer is my new bed.

I have succeeded in my plan. I shall now harvest the excess heat from my minion, to be put towards purring.

The minion is warm, yet does not appreciate my affection. I plot my return to her toasty warm lap.

The Star Monster has swallowed the toys again, but I shall battle to save them all! All the toys will be mine!