I can't believe it's been two years since Stacey and I picked you out at PAWS. We were losing hope in finding the perfect kitty, but then there you were in the kitten room, napping with the little kittens after some roughhousing. We loved the little dot on your chin and picked you up to see what you were like -- but you didn't like being picked up. And you still don't.
That's ok; there are lots of other things you like: sunshine, the heater, my leopard print blanket, catnip, that deconstructed wire hanger, a piece of leather string, your wet food...
And I like you: I like your incessant meowing when I wake up in the morning and when I get home from work; I like that you sleep on my bed every single night; I like that you follow me around the house; I like when you eat/kill insects; I like the way you try to insert yourself into conversations my friends and I are having; I like that you have a crush on Josh; I like how clean you keep yourself (seriously, girl, you have a fantastic coat!).
You're a wonderful furry friend and companion; and even though you won't read this -- because let's face it, I'm not the kind of cat lady that believes her cat uses the internet -- I think you understand how much you are loved and appreciated by your human room-mates.
Love and meowwwww,
Allie
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aww.
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