2.27.2013

Belly Bomb

Mom: Are you flirting with me little man?


Mom: If I come over to rub your tum, are you gonna nibble me?

::Wriggles tummy fetchingly::

Mom: Okay. I'll do it!

::Nibble, nibble, chew, chew::

Quill: Seriously, they fall for it every time!

18 comments:

  1. Well, we can certainly understand why your mom couldn't resist, Quill!

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  2. The price is so totally worth it!

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  3. What is a bitey when they have that floofy tummy to enjoy for it?

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  4. Humans never learn... which we kitties ALWAYS use to our advantage!

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  5. hii handsome Quill,
    your tummy is so irresistable

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  6. OH my gosh! Why why why! Why is it that the fluffier the tummy, the less they let you touch it, but the more they show it off?!?! It drives me crazy! Leo's tum is just as fluffy and amazing and he's ALWAYS on his back, but touch it and chomp! Argh!
    Quill, you're a tease! MOL

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  7. It's the look on yer face that done That Woman in. Bravo!
    Xoxo
    Ms Stella O Houligan

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  8. Ha, of course they fall for it every time. Who could resist that delicious floof!

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  9. mom says she would fall for it too.... your tummeh is just too irrestistable!!!

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  10. This reminds us of a Peanuts comic strip ;-)
    Humans just will never learn...which is what makes life so good for us kitties.
    Jada and Scully

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  11. We do that to our mom all the time...it's so much fun!

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  12. Yep, Quill, you are getting that Mom trained just right and I bet that Angel Fin helped you with that. No one could resist that fluff. Hope all of you have a great day.

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  13. You are getting to be a real pro at the Quill!

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  14. How could she not fall for that, Quill???

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  15. It is so hard NOT to fall for the oldest trick in the kitty handbook =)

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  16. Tell her it's love bites Quill. They don't mind then.

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