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My Dearest Mo,
You are a ray of sunshine in my life. Not a day goes by that I am not captivated by your soft cuddly cuteness; your beautiful orange stripey coat and stylish white boots are surpassed by none. But sometimes I wonder if you know that you are indeed a cat, because your behavior suggests otherwise.
When it's dinnertime, you come barreling down the stairs with your mama, daddy, and big sister, but while they take each step in turn you take them in leaps and bounds, kicking out your hind legs like a bunny.
And I'll never forget the day that you brought back the soft little mouse that I threw for you, and repeatedly brought it back each time like an eager puppy. Now we play our special little game every day, to the amusement of my boyfriend and mother. You'll never know how proud I am that you taught yourself to fetch.
Of all these things, your affinity for my makeup brushes baffles me most. I know your kittyspit makes your coat sparkle and shine, however I don't know that it does the same for my face. I can't count how many times I've woken up to find one nestled in my bed, or ran late because I couldn't find any to put my powder on with. You know you're being bad when you take them. I know this because when I catch you, you run away with it in your mouth and hide them away under the furniture. I found five or six underneath the couch when we cleaned the living room. However I still haven't found my favorite kabuki brush; it's been missing for weeks now. I would appreciate it if you could please return it? You got so many fun, furry new toys for Christmas from your Auntie Mary & I, I'm sure it has lost its appeal by now.
But no matter what you do, I can only be mad for a moment. You know that I can't resist your kitty charm, and you use this to your advantage. I suppose that's a fair trade for how much joy you bring me. I love you dearly, my handsome little bunnysquirrelpuppycat.
Love always,
Mommy
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[08 Jan 2010|01:32pm] |
Dear Lenore,
I know you thought you were pretty clever for a while there, stealing the nail clippers out of the bathroom drawer and hiding them. I'm not even entierly sure how you got the drawer open, or when you did it, as I never saw it left open. Perhaps you closed it when you were finished to cover your trail.
However you did it, I've found them hidden in my pile of books and now you're getting your talons trimmed back so that I can cuddle you in safety. Not that you attack me for snuggling you, but that when you knead my skin apreciativly you've been drawing blood because your claws had gotten so long. Baby girl, they can't even be that comfortable for you!
Now I just need to go put on my armor and get the towels so I can commence with the nail trimming battle. Please be good.
Love,
The Food Bringer
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| Dear Miel, QiuYe, Clarineta and Corona... |
[08 Jan 2010|09:09am] |
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My dearest babies (and Corona, whom we're babysitting):
I wish I could explain to you how sorry I am that you've been frightened by the new dog. It wasn't my intention to bring him into the house quite so soon, but one of the neighbors started to complain about his barking. I honestly believe he only wants to make you all his "little buddies", but since none of you have ever seen a dog before, much less a 50-60 lb. German Shepherd/Rottweiler cross, it's COMPLETELY understandable that you all view him as a monster. QiuYe, I know that you feel you lost face when you saw him through the glass of the kitchen door and peed the floor in terror...but mama's not mad. Miel, you're 14 this February, and you look great for your age. I admit it looks hilarious when your stub of a Manx tail puffs out into a little ball, but please, don't go having a kitty coronary on me or anything. I promised you I would take care of you and protect you and that includes from canines. Clarineta, you're doing the best so far... last night you hopped up on the bed with me while HE was in the room, and only hissed a little when he came over to sniff and investigate. Corona - my babysittee - does it not occur to you that your humans declawed you and you have no effective weapons against the dog? It would, therefore, be smart if you stopped doing the feline equivalent of waving a red cape at the dog and calling out "Toro, toro!" -- especially when you're behind the screen door; I'd rather not have to replace any more of them, since this house is not mine and I have to keep it the way I found it.
Love, your primary human
P.S. Is it REALLY necessary for ALL FOUR OF YOU to follow me into the bathroom each and every time I enter there??
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[08 Jan 2010|03:52am] |
Fuck MS-induced insomnia and the impossible-to-assuage nicotine cravings that accompany it.
And fuck the overuse of hyphens.
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