Hab some hay. Sit down. It's all cwoudy out and it's going to snow again, so there's no use is getting all excited about stuff. Just 'cept it: if it snows, you're gonna be late fer werk. Don't bodder rushing around, cos it won't help. You're still gonna be late.
See, dat issa natchur ob fings: it snows - you are late. It rains - you are gonna ged wet.
I know it's not pweasant, bud its a fackt. No use twying to squirm outta it, it's gonna happen an it's gonna happen to you. No sense in geddin grumpy aboud it, eidder, cos dere is nuffin you can do to make it NOT happen. Rain falls ebberywhere, on ebbery field, on ebbery head, equally.
At weast habba snak, an you'll feel bedder. Den you kin smile a widdle an nod be such a grumpy-puss.
We godda cat heer an ebbery mornin, all he does is compwain. He geds up wif Dadda an says dat his food bowl is empty. Den he'll say dat his wadder bowl is empty. Den he wants his winder blind opened. Den he wants alla stuff onna chest-on-chest moobed so he can lie dere an make growly noises atta squirrls. Den he yeowls cos he wants a fuss, an alla time, he's under Dadda's feets, geddin trod on.
Now if dis cat wuld only learn - Dadda will fill da food bowl. Maman will gib him wadder. Da winder blind will go up an dere will be room forda cat onna chest-on-chest wike dere allus is. Da cat will gedda fuss cos we all do.
Just 'cept stuff an smile a widdle. Shake offa wadder ob life a ged on wiffit.
Alla dat noise for nothing, cos nothing dif'frunt is gonna happen an he's not gonna be left out if he doesn't make a fuss.
So sit down. Hab some hay. Dere is plenty. Whutebber you gotta do will still be dere when you finish your snak. And if you ged wet - shake - you'll dry.