Mama grabs winks with ME!
Well, one does not exactly GRAB winks. Winks sort of sneak up on one while one is pondering whether to wink or not to wink.
Pondering.
Still pondering.
Then, at a certain crucial ponder, one says, I appear to be tupping over against my will.
What’s happening? I was just pondering a moment ago and now…
Sometimes you just have to give in to winking…
I’ll give a pretty lady like you a wink anytime! Purr purr purr.
Ooh, thank you. Flattery will get you anywhere.
Ha ha ha, Loulou. Those winks are sneaky.
Yes, Loulou – we need our beauty sleep for sure, teehee….. I snooze a LOT! Then I guard the house, play with toys, take long walks……uh oh. Heard Papa talking about Animal Paradise where I go for my coiffure. Today. You are so lucky, Loulou – you do your own coif!
Well, mama DOES help with the brushing…but coraggio!
Awwww…you are a cutie.
Aw, shucks.
That’s why it’s called “forty winks” we guess.
Forty? I think I grab about a gazillion per day.
Yep, winks happen, and it’s happening here too!
Oh, good, a companion.