smudge...."Where am I and why is that puddgy puddy stalking me?"
smudge...."Biped, let me out of this discusting carrier. I wanna go home."
biped...."Look at the sad look on her face. I think you hurt her feelings."
smudge...."I think I changed my mind. Put me back in the ....Ouch! He stuck me with a big needle. Why is he stabbing me?"
biped...."Because you have a tender bladder. (What the heck is a tender bladder? This is what happens when you live in a small town and the cat vet goes on vacation. You get the horse vet.)