Well I feel as though I´m not perfect – as though somethings somehow wrong with me. I know it´s quite silly but I can´t seem to help myself. Purrrhaps I´ve taken-in too much human energy and got a dose of the human illness.
Don´t be daft Mr Midnight. There´s nothing wrong with you. I mean, just look at me. I´m a little over weight, I´m frightened of every stranger that crosses my path and I´m not as cool as you. I still feel perfect though because that is how I am.
In my eyes you are perfect Sir Winston. You´re always by my side when I need you. You´re a barrel of laughs, especially when you get frightened and dart off into the cellar, and you love me for the way I am. You´re like a rock to me Sir Winston. Thank you for being “you”.
I just don´t feel perfect myself. Just look at my right ear. A third of it´s missing. I wonder where the other third got too because I really can´t remember.
Look at that tree over there. It´s heavy branches are nearly scraping the grass. Now in my book, trees are supposed to grow their branches as far as possible towards the sky.
You´ve really helped me this morning. Thanks Sir W.
One doesn´t have to be purrrfect for others because one IS PURRRfect anyway.
I can enjoy my day now. Come on, let´s go next door to tell Mr. Dog about your pawsitive pyschological powers.
Well if you don´t mind Mr. Midnight, I´d sooner go off in doors to have a lie down. Although I feel that I´m perfect, I´m quite wary of Mr. Dog next door. He has a strange kind of humour and is much larger than myself.
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