Birds of a Father

Sylvester Jr.:
Oh, father, I do wish you would give up this inhuman hunt.

Sylvester:
We're not huntin' inhumans. We're huntin' birds.

Sylvester Jr.:
Oh, how can I face my friends? My father shooting at helpless old ladies.

Sylvester:
Oh, look, son, she's about as helpless as a porcupine in a nudist colony. Sakes!

Sylvester:
Okay, son. Start reading.

Sylvester Jr.:
[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?

Sylvester:
Yeah, he-he-he... ahem. That is how we cats survive.

Sylvester Jr.:
Father, you're just not human.

Sylvester:
Of course I'm not human. I'm a cat.