I do believe I see a human who wants to scratch my chin. All right! “Human, human! Over here, it’s me, Pancho, and I do need my chin scratched.” I’m a mellow fellow – don’t eat Jell-O – and yes, I’m a little silly. But you don’t want to be offering chin scratching to some dull, boring guy who just sits there and snorts, do you? I am Pancho because I am flashy and sassy and love to play. Whoever first said “Black is beautiful” had certainly seen me – because I am Black and I am Beautiful. I’m also cute, and I can tell that the girls around here think so, too. “Hi, cutie, send that human over to whisper sweet nothings to me. Whoo – hoo....”

Now watch this: I am about to roll over and stretch myself out just as long as I can get. Impressive, right? These girls just can’t resist it – come right over and swish their flirty tails – I think I’ll do it again. There are some cute women here – several black-and-white folks – look like party girls – want to party, ladies? Pancho wants to party. Put on the disco music; I’m ready to dance.

Tell you what – I’ll settle down, roll over, stretch out, and purr if you will invite me home and get me a stretching post or two. I would sink my claws in the post, stretch way out, relax, and settle in. I know – humans call them scratching posts – but they’re for stretching. I’ll explain cat to you, and we’ll have a party. Do bring some money, though – about $100 should do it – we’ve got to pay for the nachos!