A kitten lounged in the sun.
“It’s a kitty cat!” said a little boy. “Can I keep him?”
Mommy smiled. “He’s ours, you know. We got him yesterday!”
“Can we call him Stanley Cup?”
“Yesterday you named him Winnie the Pooh,” said mommy patiently.
“But now I’m more growed up!”
“Finally!” complained Fluffy the cat in the softly exasperated voice of a young mother. “The kittens are down for nap time. All they ever do is eat, sleep, and whine!”
Mittens, her husband, mewed appreciatively. “What should we do with our free time?”
“Grab a snack and get some shuteye.”