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.
Phew, that was close. They’ll have to understand that I’m a cat of few words.
I’m a cat of action.