“Awhee! Awhee! I am Caboodle, and I’m so happy that I am meee! I am a lovely and also cute tabby girl with white feet. I am too old to play with Barbie dolls – and too young to play with men – about ten months old. A coy teenager who likes to run – and fly. I told that Starsky guy – we don’t need wings to fly. A cat just works up a good head of steam, scuttles her four feet as fast as they will go, and takes off. Simple.”

“I’d be up on that shelf over there if someone hadn’t put me in this pink kennel. Now is that sexist or what! Starsky’s not in a pink cave. Mr. Bean is not in a pink cave. But sweet little girl cat Caboodle…I say let me out and let me soar. And roar. Awhee! I’m out! I’m out! I run, I jump, I fly. I dive behind this chair and hide from that mouse. Of course I know it’s a toy; I just like to hide. Hee! Awhee! Off I go – you can’t catch meee!”

“No, I don’t know where Kit is – Kit as in “Kit and Caboodle” – which means pretty much the same as “the whole ball of wax”. I am Caboodle and proud to be meee! I am all anyone, even meee, would ever need. Don’t need a Kit, too. Am I silly? Of course I’m silly – I’m a young girl cat. Silly is in my job description. Silly is in my soul.”

“I have a fine white bib and fast-moving tiger legs. Very fast tiger legs. Oh, I know that Mr. Bean is in love with me. I’m charming and silly and flirtatious – and I giggle. He looks at me and burbles. Listen, guy, I’m not about to settle down, so don’t burble at me. I’m looking for people. People with $120 in their pockets who think I’m just adorable. Because I am. I’m Caboodle, and I’m so happy that I’m meee!”