Don't like it? Talk to the paw! She tells me. I'm not going to even sniff the paw, never mind deign to talk to it.
Now for the whacky weed! When I get to roll in the weed, I become like a vacuum, and then I just chill.
Abby: Whacky weed attack! I seem to have lost my head!
Poor Ms. C, she is having a different kind of attack, allergy attacks. See those lovely long dangling things hanging off the birch tree? They make her miserable! We hope they go away soon so she will be happy again.