I have made another Sheldon. He is smaller, and shall be known as Junior (For now. Francie can call him whatever she wants). He is made out of Takhi cotton classic, using size 2 needles for the body, which is why he's so shrimpy.
Junior: She just called me shrimpy! That's mean!
Sheldon: Yeah well, you are. Let me tell you the facts of life, kid. You're a toy.
Junior: I don't think I'm of tropical descent.
Sheldon: You're not. You're made of cotton.
Junior: That doesn't sound like a cat at all. It sounds ill.
Junior: This is so humiliating! Why is she doing this to us?
Sheldon: Hey, she took pictures of her baby and put them up. Why should we be immune?
Junior: There should be a law against this.
Sheldon: They're cars. Get a good look, because once you're delivered to your owner, you will be forever trapped.
Sheldon: And your owner will be a baby. Not this baby, but a baby much like this one who will try to rip your limbs off and chew on your soft underbelly.
Junior: Noooo! Save me!
Sheldon: This is it. This is your life.
Junior: I'm naked. And shrimpy. This sucks.