He sits up taller, "At any rate, this morning the baby,"
"Hey!!" interjects Mister Kitten, "I resent that! I'm gonna be three in July!"
Star stares at the ceiling and sighs, "Alright, this morning the Kitten,"
"I'm ever so pleased for you. May I continue?"
Mister Kitten nods.
Star closes his eyes, mutters a few words to Bast, and continues, "This morning Mister Kitten decided to steal my favorite mousie," he pauses and stares at Mister Kitten, "he had a grand time playing with it hither and yon until it viciously knocked itself under one of the dressers. Of course, Mister Kitten immediately threw himself into emergency mode to try to save the mousie from being lost."