Mouse: “So you’ve given up on your balloon scam?”
Charlee: “If by ‘given up’ you mean ‘Bean popped all my balloons’, then yes, yes I have.”
Chaplin: “I’m waiting for him to go to sleep and then I’ll do my weigh-in. At least one of us should get more food after all this effort.”
Mouse: “What do you mean what balloons? The ones you’re floating from.”
Chaplin: “We’re not floating from balloons.”
Charlee: “Yeah, haven’t you ever seen a black and white cat before?”
Charlee: “All right, I guess it’s time for our weekly weigh-in. I bet for sure we lost weight.”
Chaplin: “There’s no doubt that we did!”
Sky Turtle: “Okay, now that we’ve cut a few of your balloons loose, I can teach you how to float around properly.”
Chaplin: “I still say we could have gone up a little higher.”
Charlee: “I don’t think that would have been a good idea. That hawk was looking at us kind of funny.”
Sky Turtle: “So the trick is to find the right number of balloons to achieve buoyancy without losing control and floating away.”
Charlee: “Uh-huh. That makes sense. And also, we need the balloons not to be quite so noticeable as yours.”
Chaplin: “Yes, our balloons have to be camouflaged so that Dada can’t see them.”
Charlee: “Well, since Bean isn’t going to help us, what else can we do about this diet situation?”
Lulu: “I was planning to just eat the food that I get and be happy to have it.”
Chaplin: “Oh no, we are not going to be doing that.”
Lulu: “This is the kitchen. It’s where food preparation takes place.”
Java Bean: “Food, eh? Funny, it doesn’t look like a taco truck.”
Spicoli: “Did someone say ‘taco truck’?”
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Lulu: “All right, now that we have a quorum, let’s hear arguments for and against, then take a vote to decide if we want to try to get this economic assistance from Facebook so that we can buy new balloons for the turtle.”
Vermin: “HISSS! ‘Quorum’? Since when do we use fancy Latin words around here?”
Mouse: “Vote? You want us to vote? Has this become a democracy instead of you or the cats just going off and doing something crazy?”
Charlee: “I’ve never gone off and done something crazy. I’m the cautious one.”
Chaplin: “I’m contemplating doing something crazy right this second.”
Spicoli: “Yeah, dude, we can tell from your crazy eyes.”
Chaplin: “Look at me! I’m on television!”
Spicoli: “You’re on the television, dude. Not the same thing.”
Lulu: “Let’s all try to settle down and focus. Now, does anyone have any opinions on why we should try to get money from Facebook?”
Lulu: “Isn’t anybody going to say anything?”
Mysterious Intruder: “Facebook is totally trustworthy and you should definitely give them all your information about everything.”
Chaplin: “Get out of my recessed lighting hiding place, Zuckerberg.”
Mr. Nibbles: “Wow, Facebook really does track you everywhere.”
Spicoli: “Now I see two sets of crazy eyes.”
Carpet Turtle: “That infernal lung-powered device of yours popped all my balloons, mammal.”
Lulu: “I know. Sorry.”
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Delivery Man: “I’ve got a package for ‘The Hipster Kitties’ and a ‘Lulu’.”
Hipsters: “That’s us!”
Lulu: “You can leave it there in the Neutral Zone.”
Delivery Man: “The what?”
Lulu: “I mean the front step.”
Delivery Man: “Oh, right.”
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Three years ago today, two cute little tiny kittens were born:
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The Oceanside Animals 