Lily Bean and Garfy Barfy

Lily Bean is a fruit and she knows it, but for some reason she still insists on displaying her rambunctious behaviour in the open areas of the living room. If you don't want us to see your fruitiness in the flesh then you should probably practice your spirited activities elsewhere. For the last time, there is nothing wrong with the litter box and the water dish can be drunk from without trying to dig the water out. It is a liquid it can't be dug as sufficiently as you appear to be attempt to dig it. Not every person who passes the fire place is about to give you treats. Finally, for the last time, this yogurt is not for you.

Garfy Barfy is fat and I hope she knows it. She enjoys sitting on the back of the chaise, on Lily, on any piece of paper that happens to be sitting around or in any box that doesn't contain something already. Garfy isn't afraid of the litter box; the chance to fling litter all over the ground will gladly be taken. She enjoys long walks from one room to the other with even longer breaks in between to catch her breath. She purrs like a motor and has (at least I think so) a heart problem. Don't worry, she'll let you know when the food bowl is empty. Finally, Garfy is, unnecessarily, an easily exhausted puddle. 

Sorry for the inconvenience but I am still attacking, with ferocity, The Carnivorous Carnival, this is t-bear signing off