cog rat ulashuns!

dang, nao i got the Lovechild eerwerm . Diana Ross n Supreems?

now go play whifee chudder.

das okay baybee. i luvs you just teh way you are. #&9835;

iz has teh goldie glow! luks sew happie!!

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wuz sposed to be noats but i rebersed the # and the &
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Speakin’ of my beloved chidren of mai heart, I’d like to take a moment to say a few werds about mai favorite of all favorite children of my heart I’ve had: my beloved Amir, who passed over da rainbow bridge a year ago yesterday.

Amir (”Prince” in Arabic) wuz an incrdibly handsome buff-colored male who looked just like Ceiling Cat. He had two distinkt personalities: his sweet loving self that purred so hard he’s drool on U; he insisted on sleeping next to me, sitting next to me, following me around from room 2 room 2 room. Amir supervized all things in da haushold: he always be dere as we work on anything to lay on the next tool we’d be needing. But he be ezily triggered into hiz Darth Amir personalitee: the terrror who who unexpeckedly attack da witless dog (until the peacekeeper kitteh would come along and swat Amir back to sensibility), Amir once kind-of aksidently gave mai huzband a really severe bite and sent mai visiting mum-in-law into hysterics. Amir had to examine every opened door or drawer; every bag or box. If aksidently locked in bathroom (cuz we didn’t know he had come into bathroom with us, and shut the door after we had left), Amir would pee in da wash basin, tear up da toilet paper, and have sex wid da bathmat (although neutered from early age, Amir made love to anything soft: blankets, laundry, jackets laying on chairs of guests). Amir would sumtimes amyoose himself by hiding from me - and I’d be worried he had gotten out of the house - but after searching the haus for an hour, we’d find him laying on a ceiling beam 15 feet above us. I swear he’d smile at me when we “found” him, and then he’d come back down unsummoned so that I could hugs and kisses him.

Amir wuz more trubble than any cat I’d evr had - and hiz Darth Amir side wuz sooo ezy to bring out. But he wuz - and iz always - child of my heart.

I not be asking for hugs or anything; just want to send a mesaage out to mai dear, dear, beloved Amir, who be happily hissing and attacking at everybody on da other side of da Bridge: I misses you so much: you were, are, and always be my favorite Child of My Heart.