I don't really have a name, not yet. I was just cruising the neighborhood and found this neat house. After a major charm offensive, I got a bed on a porch and ten square meals a day. The lady is a real pushover. There's this big fat pillow-like animal who howls at me. We've tusseled a time or two. I don't think he's really a cat, but I didn't know marshmallows had claws. Whatever. I've learned if I come to one door and tease the Marshmallow into throwing himself at the glass, I get fed again at the other door.
The lady's saying something about getting me tutored, but I think I know enough already.
She's also talking about a Rebecca person to me. I don't know anyone by that name, but if she's as much of a easy touch as this woman, I'm ready to make her acquaintance.
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