Harold: What do you mean I can’t eat them Mum? They look so tasty!
(Mum: These are Evening Grosbeaks)
Harold: This is my common position when Mum’s at the computer – it’s comfortable!
… what do you mean cat’s don’t lie on their backs and then play with their hind legs?
Mum: Always cute to watch at Christmas-time. I don’t know that Harold would tolerate this!
Harold: I like boxes too!
Harold: You could probably fit in a smaller box if you lost some weight. What have they been feeding you?!
“If animals could speak the dog would be a a blundering outspoken fellow, but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.”
– Mark Twain
Harold: I truly like this Twain fellow!
Harold: It’s a sad state of affairs when a cat can’t hold his catnip!