You see what he’s wearing, don’t you?
He’s got a cat on his shirt.
I don’t care if it’s Grumpy Cat – a cat that is even more famous than me.
It’s still a cat. My younger person should not be wearing clothes with cats on them.
It’s sacrilegious, it’s terrible, it’s totally awful.
What? That’s what Grumpy Cat said, “It was awful.”?
This is really bad. Now I’m saying the same things as a cat.
I’ve got to get that cat. I’ve got to tear that cat right off my younger person’s chest.
But you know what my younger person did?
He grabbed my nose and I couldn’t do a thing about it. I couldn’t get anywhere near that cat.
I might have to sneak up on my younger person when he’s asleep to get that shirt.
And when I get it, it’s going to disappear. Maybe I could auction it off for treats. Whoever offers me the most treats can have it.
I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if it’s a little chewed up by the time I get it to them.