Do you think we’re lion?
Are you purrfectly capable of telling tails?
Will it catapult me to fame if I do?
Or maybe get you into an ocelot of trouble?
Why be such a pussy?
She IS a little [del]minx[/del] manx, isn’t she?
Because a well-place catnip could really, really hurt?
Might you be so frustrated because you’re a member of the itty bitty kitty committee?
Don’t you feral the committee members will give you demerits?
Are we sure our anger isn’t misplaced, i.e. distemper’s meant for something else?
Do you have fleas?
Isn’t that, “My Dog Has Fleas?”
Do you think I’m rude enough to call him a dog?
Could it be you’re doggedly rude?
Would you like to see mastiff middle finger?
Really, I’m not rude. I’m a sweet Southern lady. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Isn’t “My Dog Has Fleas” how you tune a ukulele?
Izn’t Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole the one to ask?
Doesn’t that translate to “C’mon, I wanna lay ya?”
If “Aloha” means both “Hello” and “Goodbye”, does that mean all Hawaiians have no idea if they’re coming or going?
If there are troubled spirits in Honolulu, Oahu ya gonna call?