Sherpa the Farm cat here.
That white stuff fell from the sky.
I do not like it.
It means it's getting cold and that means I can't lie on the deck and soak up the sun.
So I think I'm gonna go south.
Follow the sun.
I've got a plan.
Don't tell anyone, OK?
I found the publicist's purse on the bed.
I know she keeps her green papers in there.
They are in there somewhere.
I KNOW they are.
When I find them I am going to hide them in my furs.
Then I am going to hop in the male person's suitcase.
It always goes on trips.
It will be sure to take me somewhere warm, right?
OK suitcase I'm ready to travel.
Sunshine here I come!
What do you mean I need identification?!
EVERYONE knows Sherpa the Farm cat!