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,

Skittle