First, we have the accusing look....
The artist then channels those feeling of neglect into a powerful statement....
As you can see, the result: a masterpiece of feline expression.
I AM THE CHILD.
I HAVE SPOKEN.
THIS IS THE WAY.
The Mom: Don't worry, baby... the book publishes day after tomorrow....
Faraday The Neglected: That's what they always say. *hrmpf*
Maxwell: Are you saying I have a big butt?
Maxwell: Mo-o-m-m-m-m! It's MINUS FIFTEEN DEGREES OUTSIDE.
Faraday: Seriouslies, Maxie, can you hold it down? Some of us are trying to ignore the Mondays over here.
Maxwell: But dood, it's, like, record breaking cold with wind chills of—
Allie: Maxie, do we look like we care?
Maxwell: *sigh-h-h*
The Mom: It's tough being the smart kitty in the family, isn't it dood?
Maxwell: Momma, you have no idea....
We heard it was snowing in HOUSTON today of all places!
Craaaazy weather! What's it like where you are?
