Noms
Meowlo all! You know, I learned a great lesson this morning. When you love something, you should nom it. No matter what it is. (BTW I've also reached the conclusion that MomKatt does NOT taste like chicken ... or turkey, either, for that matter. It's a total myth that hoomans taste like chicken. Those cannibals don't know what they're blathering about.) So hoomans, next time your kitties nom on you, it's an expression of love. Cherish it - those marks won't last long, I assure you ... ;-) But, inevitably, on weekday mornings all good things must come to an end for this little black kitty because of this W O R K place MomKatt is forced to go to every day (Hiss! Spit! Other assorted noises of displeasure!) So I quit nomming her and thought, "What to do ... what to do ...?" I pondered and pondered. You see, I was still feeling SO much love ... At one point, I thought maybe if I hung my head off ...