Photo Essay: Mornings at Chez PooBou

Catie: "Mommy, take my pitcha wif Beaumont." Beaumont: "Is she touching me?"
Catie: “Mommy, take my pitcha wif Beaumont!”

Beaumont: “Is she touching me? Why is she touching me? Make her stop!”

Catie: "Beaumont, say cheese!" Beaumont: "MOW! Now make her let go of me!"
Catie: “Beaumont, say cheese!”

Beaumont: “MOW! Now make her let go of me!”

Catie: "C'mon, Beaumont, we take a pitcha!" Beaumont: "Get this kid away from me, I just want my kibble."
Catie: “C’mon, Beaumont! We take a pitcha! Smile!”

Beaumont: “Get this kid away from me. I just want mah damn kibble. Can’t a guy eat breakfast in peace around here?”

Catie: "Mommy, why Beaumont not smile for the pitcha?" Beaumont: "I will have my vengeance."
Catie: “Mommy, why Beaumont not smile for the pitcha?”

Beaumont: “I will have my vengeance on you, woman.”

4 thoughts on “Photo Essay: Mornings at Chez PooBou

  1. Omg I am cracking up. Basement kitty is not a happy kitty. My Cannon (who could be Beaumont’s brother)was very angry my cousin Sophia took HIS spot on my bed, and meowed for 24 hours and slept under the couch refusing to come out.

    Ah cats, gotta love ’em! That last picture is a keeper!

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