ok brudderz an sistahz ...
u can call me a skaredy cat ...
a big fat baby.
it'z troo mi frendz.
i'll tell u why.
az soon az i go owt into da grate owtdoorz i smell dis awful smell ... dis stoopid kitten smell. it'z evreeware! so ... i get skared. mi eerz ar goin all over da place lissenin fer stoopid kitten. mi eyez get all skared an stuff lookin fer stoopid kitten. mi fur iz sorta unkempt becuz it'z gettin ready to stand on end if i see dat stoopid kitten joba.
so ... i go owtside wid mi mom ... an only wid mi mom.
if she goez inside ... i'm rite behind her.
dis iz sumwut crazy since all mi life i hav luved da grate owtdoorz. now i luv da cownterz an da sink an da window sill an da aircondishuner.
go figyer.
i wish i wuz brave like mi brudder matsui ... or i wish i cood let dis jus roll off mi back like mi brudder mickey.
but i can't.
so ... u can call me skaredy cat if u want ... but az long az dat stoopid kitten joba leevez me alone ... i will do wut i hav to do.
da end.
(so now i'mma slacker and a skaredy cat ... wut do u say to dat sarge?)







