Posted by on Apr 16, 2018 | 14 comments

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Who are these guys anyway, I ask myself?  Well, of course, I know papa and I know my uncle, too, but is it normal for them to dote on me (whatever that means) ALL the time and watch my expressions and positions and insist on giving me tummy rubs at any time of the day or  night whether I’m in the mood or not?

I take that back. I’m always in the mood.

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But still, they hoover (as a friend’s grandma used to say for hover) and follow me all over the place and when I’m not there, they call, “LOULOU, where are you”, knowing perfectly well I am where I always am–sleeping on the bed or the couch.  All this attention when visitors come is wearing me out.

But, it is oh, so nice to have anthros around who know what a kitty needs and how to comply.

PLEASE stay longer, okay?  What will I do with just mama and papa to scratch my ears and tummy?

Who was it who said, “The more, the furrier!”  Or whatever.

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