Sometimes on Saturday, after a morning spent lounging around in bed, we like to take our cuddle time to the limit and practice different no-bones relaxation positions with our body while our mother watches early morning television and we just lay there, being lazy and in heaven, waiting for the day to begin.
Let It All Hang Out,
Sometimes on Saturday, after our mother spends the better part of the morning toiling away at her desk, we like to tend to some of our usual tasks such as eating our breakfast and rolling on our favorite rug to wipe our face and then alerting our father to a moth that has wrongly broken into the house. And when we discover a lull in our early afternoon activities, we find it suits us to cuddle up and keep our mother company until she’s finished with whatever she’s doing, with the hopeful expectation that when she’s done staring at the computer screen she will scoot her chair back the way she always does and ask us who the handsomest guy in the world is and would the handsomest guy in the world like to go on a nice, long, wonderful walk.
Yours In Loyal Companionship,
Sometimes on Saturday, after a boring morning spent watching our mother sort laundry, we like to ambush her when she finally takes a breather to sit on her laurels by doing that thing we do where we spring out of nowhere like a cheetah on the Serengeti, demanding a game of Throw Sharkey Until We Lose Our Marbles.
Sometimes You Gotta Take Charge,
Cooper C. Cooperton
Mayor of Fun
Sometimes on Saturday, after a good two or three hours of our Mom working at her computer, we like to send her a message of dissent while still hanging in the background, waiting to pounce.
I’m Watching You,
Little Guy Stalker
Sometimes on Saturday, after our mother has given us our one morning Greenie, we decide that we are going to go for broke and telepathically harass her into giving us another one in the afternoon, hoping that the commanding yet awkward expression on our face will put a spell on her and break her unbelievable focus and iron will.
Damnit It All To Hell,
Darren of The Disappointed