Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I didn't even know he could write.
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.
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 ::