Rumble, rumble, rumble! I am the Leader of the Pack. I rumble, I tumble, and – you bet – I am a tween-age kitten and proud of it! Arraa! The Pack would be me, my brother Risotto, and my sister Rhubarb. We wouldn’t at all mind staying together, but if you think all three of us are more than you could manage, well....we could discuss that. Just understand that I am the Leader of the Pack. See my fine sharp stripes – hear my little engine purr. Show me a black leather jacket – I might wear it. A few studs would be good.

Oh, you want to hear about my name? Let’s get this straight right now: it has nothing – and I mean nothing - to do with some cartoon rodent. Rodents! Ha! Rodents are dinner. Also lunch. Also breakfast. And a midnight snack, too. My name is pronounced Rat – a – too – ee. Easy. It’s a vegetable stew – a summer vegetable stew. It’s tasty – if you’re a human. As for me, serve up that Rodent.

We’d like to discuss something else. We notice a human here. Human has some stuff we’d like – a pen – got it! Clatter....And paper! Chew it – it needs claw holes, too. What fun! No such thing as too many toys – bring more, more, more. So you know, I’ve been taking lessons from Slate. He’s a bit older than me and my siblings, but he gives lessons in purring. We’re going into Purring Competition, too! I’m a tween-age kitten and proud of it – life is good. Life would be much better with a real home, with people and chairs and a few things to climb. And toys, toys, toys. I’m offering myself to you for just $115 – less than a tweenager’s cell phone bill. How could you resist? Think I’ll untie your shoe!