My moms say I am not afraid of anything! Sometimes when they tell me to get down or off, I try to bite them, or I swipe my claws at them. My writer mom is trying to just distract me, that kinda works better.
So what is heet? Now I can’t go out becuz I ben in heet. Maybe they mean becuz itz summer? I look out the windows and the front screen door alot instead.
Yours in furrendship,