Las nite I bin in a mood. I walk intew da libin room an an an dar bin dat red mousie wid dat crinkle tale. It look at me crosseye, an I DUNNO TOLERATES NO crosseye look frum NO MOUSIE! Dat make me MAD!!!
Sew I croush down, puts my eeeers bak, my eyes gits intew slits, my tale to strate out, an an an I makes a furry low growl.....rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRROOAAAARRRRRRRR POUNCE SMAK KIK SMAK CHOMP bite bite bite bite kik kik kik SMAK!!! an an an it go flyin across da room.
Sew I stalks it. Reeeeel quiet, I croush down an slink slink slink under da kishen table.......eeeers bak, tale out an an an ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Kik KIK SMAK ZOOOOOOOOOOOM! I AGUNNA GITS YEW, YEW DUM MOUSIE!!! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!
An I races round da housie kiltin dat mousie!! KIK KIK KIK KIK CHOMP BITE BITE BITE BITE
rrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP!!!
ptui Off come its tale!
I KILT IT ! I KILT IT!! Dat mousie dunno has no more tale. It ded.
I SEW furroshis! Mousies ebryware beder bees terriorified ob me! I da Shampion Mousie Kilter!!
Lubs,
Margo
Hoo Cat Margo you sure are one furocious kitty fur-shur!
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