Predators! Dangerously adorable predators.

I has been doing many writings, both on Face Books and my dogblog, about people sister's birthday. I has only one people sister, so these kinds of excitedments only comes once a year! Luckily for all of us, Mama was too busy being runned ragged by childrens at Leah's party, so only a few photos was taked of the event. 

Does you know how to grab childrens attentions for many minutes and maybe even seconds?

NOOOOOOOOO

Apparently childrens (especially girl childrens) is loving KITTENS. So to get in the spirit of the festivities, I, Reuben, decided to see what all the fussings was about.

hmmm, this smells.... really really weird

I circled all around the basket, sniffing from different angles, trying to assess the situationings.

Mama, I's pretty sure this is one of people sister's stuffed animals

That is when I began to realize what a kittens is. They smelled like Hatfield, and they was just the right size, shape and texture of a chewy, so...

Can you guesses what happened next?

******photo removed due to extreme unfairnesses to Reuben*******

Look, how you can blame me for trying to eat a kittens? I thoughted they was predators! And intruders! And chewies! And also catses, on top of all that. What you would has done?

Not to worries, the kittens is still adorably alive.

Then everyone had to point out how my dog-cousin Maisy was such a good dog - she no would ever try to eat a kittens.

wipe that Smug off your face, Maisy!

However, I also noticed how the kittens was drinking milk. It is because Great Aunt Cynthia founded them in her barn, and she also founded their mother, who no was alife. So she is bravely nursing these kittens and trying to get someone else to take them when they is old enough. Yeah right, Auntie, you is never going to give these kittens up!

Please excuse me now; Mama is having a squee overload and I must bark some sense back into her head.