Hi! Sparky Spitfire here, reporting for Tabby Cat Duty! I chronicle the Amazing and Pro'lly True Adventures of Action Cats Like Me at www.sparkyspitfire.com . My Assistant, Mrs. Whatsername, helps by typing and insisting on correct citations. Like I has the time for that.
Anyway, I am late and all, for the "Why I love Mom..." event, but I has to say sumthin on this very important topic of love and affections and all that.
Anyway, I am late and all, for the "Why I love Mom..." event, but I has to say sumthin on this very important topic of love and affections and all that.
Which is this: Love? Yech. Who? Her!?! "Love" is a pretty strong word for a woman whose name I can barely remembers. But I guess you asked for a reason, so let me fink...
Well, I do love Mrs. Whatsername's thumbs. Evaday, they open cans of stinky wet noms. Sometimes, they have cream cheese or butter on them so I can lick and lick and lick them like a Thumb Lollipop. That's not so bad. Salty too.
In fact, her whole hand is kinda…well…handy I guess is the word for it. Good for rubbing out itchy-nesses and picking out burrs that sometimes get stuck on my backside. So embarrassing. So long as they don't pick me up, I kind like those hands. When they skritch skritch skritch at that spot behind my ear - well, I guess I kinda sorta loves them.
So I makes them a gift, a small token of my esteems for teh hands I love. Look! It fits. Wear it well, Mrs. Whatsername. You deserves it.
*Head bonk*
Sparky