I iz da favrit! I iz da favrit! Mom said so! She tol me right in my ear! Hahahahaha! Don't you odder kittehs wish you wuz me? Hee hee hee. ::: dancin' an' prancin' an' preenin' :::
Hold on, der, Munchkin--I iz da fafurrit! Mom tol me so! What kinda stories iz you tellin'??
Waitaminit! Mom tol' me I wuz her faverite! What's goin' on, heer??
Ok, you guys...I guess it takes da ol' lady seenyur cat to 'splain it to yous all. None of you lissend furry well, did yous? You heered jus' da part you wanted to heer! I iz her fafurite, too. But da part you missed fur not payin attenshin was dis: We iz each idibiduals, an she luvs each of us da same. So, Munchkin, you iz her 'fafurite Munchkin,' an Tigger, you iz her 'fafurite Tigger,' and Jigsaw, you iz her 'fafurite Jigsaw.' An me, I iz her fafurite Patches.
Don't you see? We iz each diffurrent, and we each haz our own names, so we kin each be a fafurtie in dat way, cuz mom don't know any odder kittehs named Patches or Munchkin or Jigsaw or Tigger. Does you unnersans now? We is all mom's fufurite kittehs. All of us!