“You’re not going to take my breakfast are you? Thing.. Um..” (stricken, panic beginning) Thing One? or Wha..? Help!”
“AAAHHH. You’re the mean Thing! Oh no.! Don’t touch my stuff! Mine! Mine!” (baby hiss, baby roar, baby cat expletives, etc)” I showed that Thing. (munch fast) I Learned him. Bad Thing. Bad, Bad Thing. I am just a wee kitty. (munch much faster) An orphan! I hate that thing. (mumble mumble mouth full) That was the Mean Thing Two. White cat told me about that Mean Thing Two.” (munch much much faster until popular processed cat food treat all gone).
“I am going to tell on that Thing….”