Dearest most ameowzingly bootiful Daddie H,
I love you. Do you love me too? Am I still your favorite? Daddie H, can I sit on your lap? Could you pet my nosey? Only my nosey or else I will bite you, you know that. But I love you anyway. Do you love me including anyway?
Daddie H, life is hard. Especially when it is your first out of nine like in my case. I really need my new Mariah Carey CD.

And I need you. Do you remember, Daddie H, that you took this pixie of me with mom?

Today I took a selfie with mom because I needed her.

The thing is, Daddie H, that she spends a lot of time with Big Brother. You know Big Brother, don’t you?



On the Fourth of July, she visited his mom…



…and some stinkie newphew of ours.

In the meantime, I’m here with Obeshiva. Daddie H, you know I have been digging a hole. Look through the hole to see me.


See me? Eye of the tigher? Well, good.
Daddie H, you also know I have been spending a lot of time on the microwave playing my Mariah Carey CD until I fell off one day, and since that day, I have been in bed. On your napping spot, but you know that. I have to say though that I have fond memories of my microwave days. I mean, look!

Stretching…

Daddie H, do you remember you took this pixie of me watching mom cooking?

Next day, I told that to the vacuum cleaner. He was a little bit pushy though. Annoying.

You know, Daddie H, that I am just like you. Not fat, not obese, no nothing.

Obeshiva is all of what I just mentioned. I fell off that microwave because she joined me. The microwave almost collapsed.

I mean, she is really too fat!

So I told her to go for a work-out instead of listening to Grace Jones 24/7, which she did…

…but then she told me, “Whenever I get groomed…

…I lose so many hairs I also lose a lot of weight!”

Well, Daddie H, that’s it. I’m done. Since that moment, we’ve been asses to asses. Like that very famous Bowie song, Asses To Asses. Really exactly like that.


Can’t we just get along like Mariah and Grace? Like pees on Purrth?

Sometimes we can, yes.

But for now, Daddie H, please take me with you, far away from Obeshiva. I’m ready to go.

I love you, Daddie H, with my whole heart and all my whiskers and so does mom, only without the whiskers.
Jaya XXXX
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