That White Son-Of-A-Bitch Is Back !!!

Arlo:That motherfucker !! Just who the fuck does he think he is, taking cover from the rain under the awning of MY porch?
He had better thank the kitty gods every night that someone invented screens, because otherwise, his lily white fur would be running red, right about now, if you know what I mean.

Fenwick: What, you'd throw fruit punch on him ?

Arlo: Oh, har dee har har, you fat idiot. No, I would be opening his kitty veins, and his fur would be turning a bright crimson!!

Fenwick: We really need to cut down on the amount of cat on cat crime.

Arlo: Yeah, that's all well and good, but he's keeping himself dry under MY awning !! Don't you get it ?

Fenwick: Get what ? He's stuck in the rain, and he's trying to stay dry.

Arlo: You poor, naive bastard. He's dissing us, can't you see ? He's a "free cat", we're "domesticated"..Don't you get it. He's calling us lesser felines, that four legged son-of-a-bitch !!

Fenwick: You been in the catnip ? He's trying to stay dry...You don't think he would change spots with us ?

Arlo: YOU do ? You think he wants to live with the Fat, Bearded Idiot and those THINGS ? I think not, my friend.

Fenwick: Okay, whatever you say there, pal. I'm gonna go back inside that horrible place and get some more free food.

Arlo: Yeah, you do that. I'm gonna keep my eye on this bastard here.

Fenwick: Okay. I feel safer already.