Wee iz neffer ulaowd owt eethur, eich iz fyne wiff usses tew, cuz wike yew
awl, dere iz no fudz, no cowchz, no sawft chayerz, no toys, but lotza bad
d*gs n rakoomz n pozzumz, n bad hoomins, n fazt karz, sew wee wike et in da
IN, n we git tew smell da owt wen meomie opunz da big gwazz doar n we
sniffsiff fru da skreen . Et smelz sew gud den. yeUP. Mosey


we iz nefur 'lowed inna owt, whic iz fine wif mineself, der iz no kibblez
inna owt, anna no cowch inna owt, derfore no rezun fur da owt... but der iz
stuffsta sniff, chester...

well ifin a kittee hasta sweep inna owt, onna burlapz iza gud pwaze MH

It wuznt a stray kittee, it wuz wun uf thu well-nown naybourhood
inannaout cats. So he hadda home.

Meomie iz always a bit surprized wen sumhoomins lets theer cats Out
heer, cuz she haznt dun it sinz thu late Mandy wuz neerly kilt by a
motormonstur. We GITS out, sumtymes...

That street iz less bizzy then owerown, butted still... theer iz soso
meny cats inna nayborhod wat gits kilt or jus vanishes. Itz wurs in
summa suburb-type playces. Meomie hazza fren hoose Out cat wuz kilt by a
d*g a wile bak. Furry nasty. D*gs iz sposed tu be onna leesh or inna
fensed area at all tymes, but they iznt, spayshully in sum playces.


Weze in unless a hoomin is snoopervizin us in da bak yard. Dey sez weze
too fluffy to getz ovur da fence an dey bloked all da holes. Dey letz us
out rite before feeding tyme too, so weze alwayz hungri an go runnin in
when we heer da fud bowlz.

Booker, finkin heze been tricked.