To Butters, my beloved cream and tan tabby who I’ve had the pleasure of being owned by for almost 3 1/2 years now:
Excuse me…but does my ever-enlargening tummy look like it needs to be kneaded to you? Before BabyMetal made his/her arrival, I generally didn’t mind so much because it gave me a chance to spend much needed time with you and give you many, many facerubs, earrubs and tubby tummy rubs, which make you drool in feline exstasy. But now that BabyMetal is here, my lower tummy area is a bit sensitive and I’m not sure how much damage you’re doing by jumping right up there on my bladder and playing “Poke the Baby” with your feet. I know you love me and want to hang out with me because I’m the coolest mommy ever. Really. But PLEASE for the love uv mike…stop doing that! And don’t give me that pathetic hurt look when I push you on to the floor…it doesn’t work on me…anymore.
Lovingly,
yer mom MetalMaven