Meow!!! Teddy – what have you done??? Beams – you’ve got to keep that boy of yours in line. We can’t have the girl get too big for her britches. I’m the Goddess here not her. Honestly! Humans! Such the lesser mammal. Seems I have to teach them everything.
Gorgeous Me
FFR here – or as the girl calls me, Fuzzywiggle Furrypants Roo. But please people, I’m clearly too jive for such a name. I mean if I was a little more jitterbug, then maybe. And to think she didn’t think I knew how to use this lightbox. I mean, really people what does she think I’m doing whenever she sees me walking across the bumpy board? Humans are so slow and wrapped up in their own little worlds. Ah well, I suppose that makes it easier to train them.
That said, this ‘Love Letters to Emme’ category poses a real issue. I like her to be happy. Never have it said that as a Goddess, I treat my humans poorly, but theres a difference between happy and walking around as though everyone should be throwing flowers at her feet. Clearly its my feet that should have flowers thrown at them. But no lilies please. They wilt too quickly and I’m the laughing stock of the watering hole whenever my paws get stained orange.
My side profile – equally as fetching
Since I can’t expect any of the homo sapiens to get the full magnitude of the dangers associated with ‘Love Letters to Emme’, I’m changing this call out . It’s now (and for ever more) ‘Love Letters to the Goddess’ and as clearly I’m the Goddess, so thats ‘Love Letters to that Fabulous Feline Royal’. So Beams, Blonde, Guttermouth, Scalleywag, and even you Chuck, get crackin’ and write away. I’m waiting. And yes, I’ll accept love letters from humans too. I don’t want to discriminate after all.
FFR
PS I can be reached at goddess@sexyinvancity.com or on my new twitter account, speaking of which where do I find all the birds there?
