red roeber! red roeber! let da birdzeez come ober!
Oar else we'll tag ya! Das how dis gaem works... rite?
MOM, I likes dis lil play-ground... ...but where's da litter box?
Wait. Ai doan't think ai'm doing dis rite.
George mentally prepared himself. He was completely helpless. There was nothing he could do to defend himself. Soon the human would be back for another round of tickle torture.
Doan worree. Soon he will assept his faet.
Ai is an adrennalin junkee.
Get a cat they said. It will be fun they said.
Ai am nawt habbing fun yet.
She always takes To-To on the fun adventures......
she onlee eber callz meh wen fingz get daynjerus!