I am teaching Momma a lesson. She played all day with her new cellophane; putting numbers in it, staring into the little screen and saying "darn." Then she kept making the other talking box ring, with the cellophane. I guess she just wanted somebody to call her. Then she called on the talking box to several people and they exchanged numbers. I don't have a number! I want a number!
(Momma says I am kitty number four. I hope she puts my number "4" in her cellophane.)