Pickles by Brian Crane for July 01, 2009

No one is king when it comes to a cat.

I like the cat-tail-stash under Earl’s nose!

The queen has the final say.

I would dump the cat right where it belongs right on the floor or right out side.

Here, kitty, kitty…

This is so my cat Macushla. I tell her no, this time you are not going to crawl onto my lap but she always finds a way!

Cats understand one thing…can openers

PRICELSS!!!!

There’s not much else TO see in that domain besides Grandma and the cat!

Ahhhhhhh-choooooooooooo! Excuze me! I am an allergic to that cat. Get off from my chest, Muffin!

Chill Grandma! Go bake cookies or knit something. Geez!

Sit on it, Grandma. You’re getting on my nerve (I only have one left)

Opal and the cat are just reminding Earl who the real boss is because it sure isn’t Earl.

My grandma was always really protective of the sofa, or davenport as she used to call them.

That’s how our cats greet us in the morning……..

With a view of the south end of a north bound cat.

NO PERSON IS BOSS IN THE HOUSE WHEN A CAT OWNS YOU