Salem here, spiffing up for all my admirers.
ManCats adore me, I just know it.
A gal has to be positive in her Outlook on Love.
One thing is for sure, Daddy loves me! He melted the moment I looked in the front window and mewed at him.
Daddy is the cat's tuxedo-patterned pajamas in my book. I allow him to pick me up and pester me unprotesting (for a few minutes anyway), and during the HOTS I sleep on his bed all day.
At night I sleep with Mommy...but I sneak on and off the bed so lots of times she misses me! The only way she knows I've been there is the tell-tail black furs I leave behind.
Note to Self: Stop Shedding.
Mommy is an ace feather toy player though, and she feeds me (OK, us) and gives me treats in the morning (OK, we all get 'em).
So I'll admit that Mommy's a Good Egg.
As long as the play continues and the food keeps coming, that is.
Oh, and she better chase me down the hall a squillion times a day, and let me lick the shower floor on demand.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish my bath...ManCats await!
XX Salem XX
Note from Mommy: Thank you all so much for your purrs for my buddy Steve! I plan to print your comments for him. He's still on the respirator, but improving. Maybe by next weekend I can kick his arse, gently.