"Mommakat, why don't you go out more often?" asked the youngest mischievous cub.
"Well," I purred as I wrinkled my nose, "when Momma goes out I end up looking like this!"
The cubs played the video below and howled with laughter.
Soon the laughter abated and we snuggled in for a good book. Not before brother cub leaned over and whispered, "Momma, I think you're a pretty witch!"
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