Comfortable?

Pat and Cassie are both against me. They say I've gotten comfortable at our sea. At first glance you may think that isn't a big deal. But it is. For real.


"Get a grip, drama queen."
Pffft. You need to take it back or I'll attack.
"Got better things to do."

Yeah, like relax with the interloper.

And while you are relaxing, it steals our toys.

And you just eat. That is it. It steals and you just eat.

And you stare. Stare at...squirrel!

"Are you done yet? Worse than a whiny child."

Quiet. It's reading. Now could be our chance to get one of two.
"Or maybe it's Pat way of a shameless plug."
Pat does that. Ugg. Maybe I should bite his Tons of Buns. Damn it. I'm doing it too.

"I think this counts as comfort."
Can't you see my face? No way.

"Busted."

Don't talk to me. No way I'm comfortable with poop machines, Nope. Nadda. Nope...
"Someone protests too much."
Go back to eating and getting fat.
Are you comfortable with poop machines? Can you believe Pat and Cassie both think I'm comfortable with them around? Interlopers of all sizes. Need to find some hills to take to. Hmm may not be too comfortable there. Damn. Did I just admit to comfort? I need to stop. Don't look at me like that.
Comfort sometimes takes form when things become the norm.