Helping with the school work.

Faraday: *sigh*
Allie, seriouslies. Daddy's, like, grading homework an' stuffs. Can't you see?

Allie: ...and your point?

Faraday: You're kinda hogging all the table space.

Allie: I don't see that he minds.

Allie: Do you see that he minds? I didn't think so.

Begone with you, Brat.

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Weekend plans?

Not much here.
Just a girlcat.
Watching over her cucumber plant.
On a Friday afternoon.

How's your weekend shaping up?

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Wordless Wednesday: Guardian of The Toy

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Toy Wars? Nahhhh.

Maxwell: I know how to avoid the epic toy battle around here.

Faraday: *scoffing noise*
Seriouslies, Maxie. I've heard of tree-huggers, but not wall huggers.
Is that even a thing?


Maxwell: Scoff all you like, boy.
This toy is only for the erudite. The learned among us.
Don't quite think you're up to it, if you know what I mean.

May I present... the inestimable Red Dot. Endless hours of entertainment as one contemplates the wavelength of red light, while appreciating the coherency of the beam.

Faraday: Yada-yada-yada. You'll never catch it, you realize that, right?

Maxwell: And therein lies its beauty. Always within reach, yet never within one's grasp.

Faraday: Seriously Maxie. I think I kinda threw up a little in my mouth just now.

'k bye...I gotta go play wif a REAL toy now.

***

Whaddaya mean, summer's over?

Faraday: *betrayed look*

This was totes unsanctioned.

TOTES.

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Spoilsport.

The Mom: Faraday, what did Allie say about playing with her rabbit fur toy, again?

Faraday: Uhhh, well... Technically, I'm not playing wif it, Mommy. I'm just lying here, looking at it wif my paw out.

Mom: ...and your claws out, reaching for it. Uh-huh. And if you happen to snag it?

Faraday: *huff* You really know how to suck the fun outta life, Mommy. For realz.

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Toy Wars, continued.

Allie: Well, hello there, you lovely little bit of rabbit fur.
Shall we play?

...and by "play", I mean STAY AWAY FROM FARADAY.

Rabbit Toy: *gulp* uhhh, yeah...sure....

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Motivational Speech.

Faraday: Now, listen here, Mister Snakey....
You an' me hasta have a little conversation on the kind of kitties you associate wif an' stuffs.

Seriouslies, Mister Snakey, this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you.
But it's for your own good.

Whaddaya mean, you has a mind of your own?
Wait, whaaa—?
*Epic scuffle ensues*

Are we clear on the rules, now? NO SLOBBERY SISTERS, capiche?

... Good.

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9/11 Day of Remembrance

We remember, and we pray for families everywhere whose lives, still today, remain affected by the events that happened on that fateful day. 

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Toy Wars, Episode 4.

Allie: *scuffle, scratch, slobber, grunt*

Faraday: MOMMMMM! Allie's drooling all over my Mister Snakey Toy!

Maxwell: *long-suffering sigh-h-h*

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I ain't afraid of no gurlz.

Maxwell: Dood, I wouldn't. That's Allie's bird feather toy.

Faraday: Pffft. I'm not afraid of no stinkin' sister.

Faraday: Imma play and chase and KEEL IT DEAD! Yeeeeee-haw!

Allie: If you've drooled all over my feathers, Brat, you're going to wish you'd never been born. 

You'd better start praying now, because I will leave no stone unturned in my wrath.

Do you hear what I'm saying, boy...?

Faraday: . . . .

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Framed: maybe so?

Was Maxwell set up on Monday...or wasn't he? 

Allie: Girlcats don't play and tell.

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Framed...or not?

Faraday: Hey, Maxie, look!  It's Allie's bird toy.
Quick! While no one's looking...play wif it!

Maxwell: This is, like, a trick question or something....

Allie's around the corner, watching me this very minute, isn't she? 

Right? Am I right???

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