Dear Mommy,

We cats

Consider ourselves

above all

(so long as we are in fact above it all

on the counter, the bookcase, the doorjamb)

discerning

deities

not 

demanding

more 

than 

we 

knead

so

We made a list

while you lay dreaming

(that was the ruckus you heard)

and no

murdering you 

while you sleep

was not

(high)

on the list

(so long as you remember we ARE carnivores.  See these FANGS?)

Using your own words.....

We love -

tunies

tuna-tastic

jar lickins

face brushin

the loves

the supremes

 (well only Lionel does - Me Lady Sophie prefers her paws on stable ground)

butt scratches

under the covy cuddles

snugs

playtime

the red ribbon 

(That is all Sophie.  Me Sir Lionel Wordsworth prefer Da Bird.  Or the laser.  Really, I can handle it, just a little laser.  Ok fine.  I will go to a meeting)

Nip

licks (warm food off the finger is fabulous)

and of course "love you the mostess"

We hate -

clip da nails

bathtime! (Why? WHY?)

In your mouth (if I wanted to eat that I would have)

Off the Bed/Couch! No Barfles! (You try being picked up when heaving)

Get Down! (Admit it, that cabinet needed cleaning out)

"Its ok, you are ok" - (No I am NOT OK - Look, we hate riding in that thing.  Hate where we end up.  No amount of consoling is going to make it better)

No Outside! (Technically the hallway is not outside.  That is where the birds are)

You want a squirt in the face? (what do you think?  What I want is to go in the hallway)

And any time you do not want to give us loves

Purrrrrlease let us know if you have any questions.

Disregards,

Sir Lionel Wordsworth

and 

Sophie Velvet Pavlova (AKA Miss S'il Vous Plait)

NaPoWriMo 2017  GloPoWriMo 

Day 13