Cotton: Well, thank you kindly. I'm rather proud of it.
Cloon: Is that a wee bit of a southern accent I detect ?
Cotton: It is indeed. Being from Georgia, I'm officially a "Southern Belle".
Cloon: Theese is most excellent! You'z the first Southern Belle I'z ever met. Wow, and you really outdid yourself on the ham, theese is very impressive!
Cotton: Yes, and I had to "protect" it as well because you know that I have some canines in my household...
Cloon: So how did you manage to pull that off?
Cotton: "Well, being the Elder of the Funny Farm I have trained all the newer members who have come along. When they're annoying, I raise my paw and yell, 'Stop!' "(Cotton's own words from her blog.) So, this came in handy when I was guarding the ham as well.
Cloon: Well done! Of course you also have "tortitude" and I hear that goes a long way too.
Cotton: Very true. I am a member of TATA (Tough A*s Torties Association).
Cloon: Well good on ya! Because you are also a lady and a Southern Belle, I thoughts I'd surprise you and takes you on a tour of the fancy plantation homes in the Louisiana countryside, have our ham picnic on the grounds, watch the sunset, then head to New Orleans to listen to some jazz. How does that sound?
Cotton: Oh, my! How exciting! It's a good thing I did get a good rest to take in all that action.
Cloon: And one more thing...You don't mind hangin' out with aliens do ya? My associate "The Baby" brought his buddy "ALF" along as a navigator.
Cotton: Oh dear. I've never met an alien before...but I guess it's all in the name of adventure!
Cloon: That's the spirit!