Okay, son. Start reading.
[reading]
In order to grow up to be a real cat, it is necessary to... chase birds, catch birds and... gulp!... eat birds? Oh, father! What are we, cannibals?
Yeah, he-he-he... ahem. That is how we cats survive.
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Sylvester Oh, look, son, she's about as helpless as a porcupine in a nudist colony. Sakes!
Sylvester Jr. Oh, father, I do wish you would give up this human hunt.
Sylvester We're not huntin' humans. We're huntin' birds.
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