We're not playing Clouseau and Cato. Impressed though I am by your ambush and attack skills.
Whining outside my door for food is okay. Whining outside my door for me to come out and play is not. Sorry.
I will learn new (and silent) ways to walk to my room and open it. You're far too fast now.
Your claws are sharp. My jeans not so tough. Neither is my skin. Ouch.
Don't worry about that rat in the garden. You'll be bigger than him one day.
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