I love you my snuggly kitty. It's been a long mutually happy relationship. You've recently turned 9 and I'm still amazed all the time just how loving you are.
Yes, you're a little obsessive sometimes, and have a huuuuge loud voice in the middle of the night when you want something, and you have an annoying habit of licking, and licking, and licking me - forcing me to hide under the covers sometimes at 4am... but I wouldn't change you for the world. I'm sure I drive you nuts when I'm vacuuming your favourite chair, or I forget to clean your litter box one day.
Still through big life changes, moves and different people coming in and out of your life, you've still loved me. And I'm happy to be blessed with such a sweet natured, beautiful, fat, cuddly cat.
Ya, I know the D-man can't read this, but I was thinking this last night when he crawled onto my lap - making my Monday night pretty perfect, as I laid on the couch with Jane Austen, my favourite afghan, and a bottle of wine. So, I thought I'd share. —Diamond's mama