I’m running away from home! You’re a big meanie pants and you don’t let me stay up to watch TV and you make me eat Brussels sprouts! I mean it! Don’t bother begging me to stay, either!
Kitten can run away straight to me, Andrew Y.
That’s it, I’m Leaving!
Come on sweetie. No Brussels sprouts in my house & you can watch all the tv you want. As long as you snuggle next to me while you watch.
You can run away to my house. No Brussel sprouts and you can watch TV. That little kitty reminds me of myself when I was little and threatened to run away.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE…..who could be a meanie pants to this little cutie pie?!
The Brussel sprouts would make me leave too!
You can come here, kitty. I’ll share my turkey and provolone sub with you.
Babbling incoherent baby talk while squeeing. When I was little, I used to “run away” with my little suitcase to the bench in the entry hall and pretend I was riding on a train.
I’ll eat your brussels sprouts, baby, especially if they’re roasted. You and your adorable suitcase can sit on my lap all evening while I watch TV.
I have a confession to make – I love Brussels sprouts. LOVE ‘EM. I will be more than willing to eat Horribly Mistreated Kitten’s share.
In my house, I have to give a nibble of sprout to Humboldt so I can eat my serving in peace. Nebula is only interested in the butter. And both of the dearly departed Emily cat and Bagheera were fans of sprouts too.