“Hi, hi, hi! I play well with others, and I do not run with scissors. In the Winnie-the-Pooh stories, Kanga was a woman, but, trust me, I am a guy – all guy – all-American guy. I am Kanga, young, elegant, and tall. I love to rumble and roll with my pals, especially White Cloud and Nica (a girl!) and anybody else who rolls and rumbles – even you, person!”

“Yes, I’m a pure orange tabby with all the right stripes and a tabby wizard mark on my forehead. I am as curious as a cat should be. If I’m not rolling and rumbling, I am walking and sniffing, sniffing and walking. Wait! What’s that noise? Where is it? It’s out there! Out the window! Rain! What is it? Why is it? Can I catch it? Where’s it going? I sit in the window and watch! Hey, guys, come watch with me – it’s rain!”

“Really? I would get all wet if it rained in here? Oh, oh – my fabulous tail would get wet? I am very comfortable with myself. I love my long legs and long tail. I do not want to be wet. No, no. I love people. I love other cats. I stop and kiss the wobbly black woman. She kisses me back. But I don’t love being wet. No, no.”

“Let’s play with toys. Have you seen all the toys we have? Kanga came to the right place. Watch me fly into the air. Watch me catch the string. Watch me chew the string. Giant dental floss for my fine fangs – woo! I am Kanga. I am orange. I love being orange. I love my tail. I’d like to love you. I play with your feet. I look for your toes. I am Kanga. It is good to be alive. It would be even better to be alive in your house – forever and ever, amen! Woo! Adopt me, take me home. $120. Feel free to adopt one of my pals, too. $230 for two of us. Woo! Woo!”