What d'you mean, wake up, Scooter, it's your turn to post?
No!!! please noooooooooooo!!!
What would I write about? I can't; I just can't. I'm too scared.
Don't make me do it! People will look at me! They might even want to speak to me, or touch me! Help!
I'll climb out here. They can't get at me if I'm outside, on top of the bay window.
Honestly Millie, I can't do it. Don't make me. Look, my paws are shaking. My paws are damp. My whiskers have wilted with fear.
It's all right for you, Millie, you're fearless and a little bit mad. Me, I'm a shy, sensitive soul.
Write about my life? What if people laughed? Rachel laughs at me all the time.
I'll stay out here all night. I'll jump. I will! Then you'll all be sorry.
Er.....it's a bit high up here....
Maybe I'll come inside now.
Maybe I'll tell you about myself next time it's my turn. But you mustn't laugh.
Phew, that was close. They'll have to understand that I'm a cat of few words.
I'm a cat of action.