|Hmmm... how can I get Einstein worked up... I know, MOL|
Hey E, Dad gave me my very own purple straw
|So it has no Man-Cat Gook on it|
|It smells nice like a Lady-Cat Straw should|
|Hey! My straw does not stink!|
|Why that's right. I furgot you went for a Man-i-cure |
yesterday and you now you are all that
|Yes you are really a fancy |
Fitz! Don't tell every cat about my getting my arm pit mats clipped
I wasn't going to. I was going to tell them about how under your tail...
MOL, alright, mums the meow.