Tuesday, May 23, 2006

I didn't even know he could write.

Dear Mom,

I am sorry about grossing you out with my cleaning habits. I just want to make sure I am all fresh and clean for you. Let's face it-I'm a cat-that's what we do. Would you rather I didn't clean myself? And I'm afraid that if I leave your pillow to do it, I might lose my space up there and I would miss you. So please don't mind when I am taking care of my evening toilette, it's because I love you so much that I do it.

Love,
Midnight

P.S. And I think you're full of shit. I think you are jealous as hell that I can reach down there and you can't.


Manic Witch wove her spell:: 5/23/2006 07:56:00 AM ::
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