All those cats that are allowed outside, lucky bastards. First, there's Puss. I almost had a chance to meet him when he ran in through my female slave's legs, but she got him before he could get into the bedroom where I was at the time. Then that little ass tried to attack me through the screen door. He's lucky that was there, because I would've taken his lily ass down. And that fluffety puffety orange cat. I'd love to show him a thing or two about A-town style fighting. And the Norberts, as my female slave calls them. They're squirrels. But they look tasty. And those birds that keep me awake while I'm trying to sleep on the window sill. Oh, how I'd love to meet them...