
Cliff likes to lounge in the bay window upstairs – he’s resting his arm (okay, front paw) on the sill, looking for all the world like a feline Fonzie.

Cliff likes to lounge in the bay window upstairs – he’s resting his arm (okay, front paw) on the sill, looking for all the world like a feline Fonzie.

Cllifford got loose last night and was out causing hate and discontent throughout the neighborhood. When he finally came home, he was bleeding from two scratches on his nose. His humans are afraid that Cliff is turning into the neighborhood bully. For now, Clifford is grounded and can only watch Neighbor Kitty lounge in the back yard through a window. He is very angry.

Cliff likes to nap very much. And he likes to nap on Mommy the best. But when Mommy is talking to the other humans, sometimes it wakes him up and he has to let her know that it is quiet time.

Biff claimed his favorite spot sleeping on top of Mommy. But then Cliff decided he wanted to sleep on top of Mommy, and lay down across Biff’s paws. But Biff would not move! Mommy thinks maybe pet llamas would make more sense because they sleep outside.
Clifford imagines himself to be a great and noble hunter. But when he thinks nobody is looking, he likes to nibble on the fresh shoots of grass in the yard.


Biff: “We caught it – now what?”
Cliff: “Go ask the Evil One – she’ll know.”

Cliff: “If I stay here, she can’t come in because our humans don’t like us to fight.”
Neighbor: “I’m coming in. They’re not going to leave me outside when it’s cold.”
Human: “Dogs. We should have gone with dogs.”

For Christmas, Santa brought presents for Clifford G., Biff and Neighbor: Bags made out of catnip! The boys liked them very much! Neighbor had to stay in the garage until Cliff’s turn was over so they wouldn’t fight.

The humans bought a new litter box for the cats. Biff and Cliff don’t really like it (and Neighbor Kitty, being a rugged outdoors cat, takes care of her needs in the yard), but Cliff really likes the box it came in!

This is Clifford G. getting into his owner’s liquor collection. Clifford probably used up 2 of his 9 lives here – good thing none of those bottles fell!