once upon a time, there is a cat

A yellow cat, a handsome yellow cat, met me on my way to throw the trash. I mow-mowed to him, he mow-mowed back and walked close to me. Right in front of me, he did this:

Scratch, it is. I cannot resist such invitation. He rolled over again and again, while I scratched him under his neck.

For such a nice cat, I could have one.

I cannot resist one thing too. I called out nan, he carried Cartman out. The yellow cat under my hands immediately rolled straight up and walked away with his tail fuzzy and high high up. -- "More scratches are welcome; a dog, is not." --