Percy: Who's the kitty?
Buddy: That's Marcus's new friend. We've been seeing him on our walks the past couple of months. We don't know if he's a feral that lives near the mill or someone abandoned him there.
Percy: Marcus isn't planning on bringing him home, I hope!
Buddy: No, but you know Marcus. He says he tries to make friends with everything he meets.
Percy: What do you mean, he says he tries?
Buddy: You know how hyper Marcus is. It's hard to take him seriously about making new friends when he's dancing about and making strange noises that he calls communication and I call gibberish.
Percy: Well, that's one pretty kitty but tell Marcus if that cat steps one paw into this house, I will chase him out of Mayberry!
Buddy: We don't live in Mayberry. In fact, Mayberry was a fictional TV town.
Percy: Well, chasing him out of town is my campaign promise and that isn't fiction, it's fact!
Buddy: What are you campaigning for?
Percy: President of the Funny Farmer Felines.
Buddy: And what makes you qualified to run?
Percy: I can beat up ... I mean, beat Micah or any other kitty that wants to run against me. I also know how to stuff a ballot box.
Buddy: What do you stuff a ballot box with?
Percy: Kitty litter! What else?
Buddy: Oh, I don't know. I was thinking ... votes?
