I have shoved aside my hidey hut and claimed this corner as mine! No one enters this corner without getting past me!
Wait…is that radicchio you’re putting on my plate?!
Mom was so busy this weekend that I got only one snack a day after breakfast! I was so upset that I flipped over EVERYTHING, but then Mom put it all back?!? Do you know how much work that was, Mom?!? And how HUNGRY that made me?!?
Mom, I searched through this whole pile of greens—there isn’t a single piece of radicchio!?
I figured out why my plastic plants keep staying in one corner: They must be keeping noms trapped under their roots!
My face after Mom pries yet another yummy rock out of my mouth outside. Mom is so mean!
Here we have the Log Tortoise in its natural habitat, stubbornly refusing to get out of bed and GRUMPing about the lack of noms.
Flashback to the aftermath of that time I discovered a dishearteningly un-nomable new nom on Mom’s desk…
Mom, why are you laughing? I have noms on my head? Clearly your fault for not chopping up my noms for me!
Excuse me! Why are there collard greens on my plate again?! I told you, Mom, I don’t want collard greens when it’s warm out!
Good morning! Am I late for brunch? I was putting on my dirt hat!