“’I'm just mad about Saffron, Saffron's mad about me, I'm just mad about Saffron, She's just mad about me…’ I still think that old song (‘Mellow Yellow’) is My Song – except I’m a he, thank you. Could we change the lyrics? ‘He’s just mad about me’ – because I am – if you’re a human and you’re mad about cats, especially orange tabby guy cats, then I am mad about you. I know – you’re only 27, and the song is more than 50 years old, and you have no idea what I’m talking about.”

“It’s OK – the name is Saffron, and I am a Love Bug. If you’ll adopt me and love on me, I promise not to sing the song. If you are old enough to remember it, I also promise, if we become family, that I’ll not lurk in the garage and smoke banana peels. Ugh!”

“I won’t lie. You can tell by looking at me that I’m streetwise and savvy. Got my ear warped somewhere along the line. Gives me character, don’t you think? I have character. I know what’s worth knowing about most of the street corners in St. Paul. Sniffed them up personally, I have. I am done with that. I prefer exploring indoor corners these days. I don’t rumble, do drugs or crime. I’ve been known to rap – but only when I have a story to tell. Stories go better with a bit of rhythm, don’t you think?”

“I’m a goodhearted guy. I appreciate people, and I so hope you will appreciate me. I know many things. I will share my stories. I study other cats. Right now I am looking out this door, and I am studying a Big Guy – a Really Big Guy. I think he is studying me back. Aroo!”

“I’m not going to grow up to be fancy – don’t even want to be fancy. I am real. I want to stay real. I want to be forever real and have people – and cats – say, ‘There goes Saffron. He is real. He is a real cat.’ If you’ll wander in with your $120, the folks here will let me go home with you. C’mon, sing ‘I’m just mad about Saffron, he’s just mad about me…’ Aroo!”