Now I can hold my handsome head up high, knowing that I'm still #1. I looked at myself in the mirror shortly after reading those loving words and as I admired the brilliant white fur covering my muscled chest, the way my eyes shine with good health and my gorgeous profile, I thought to myself:
That made my day. And when the man came to the house to fix something in the kitchen today, as I walked up to him and rubbed my face against his leg to let him know that I was there, ready to be admired, he said, "Wow, she's a beautiful cat! What's her name? Come here, sweetheart! What's her name? If she were my cat, I'd call her Honey because she's the color of honey." Although I could have been offended about being mistaken for a girl, I simply purred, knowing that I've still got what it takes!
I love Mom #2 and am sorry for being petty and jealous. It's so beneath me because I am a superior, pulchritudinous, divinely handsome guy, and I'm not the only one who knows it!
Yes, just call me
Make that purr-fect!
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