Lady Butler,

I have a teeny tiny confession to make, although I suspect you already know.

So remember those times you said:

No... don’t do that.

No... don’t do this.

No… what are you doing?

Weellll… I kinda, sorta, do it anyway, not because I don’t understand but because I CAN.

You say no, I look at you and do it anyway.

You say no, I lightly bite your finger, lick, then do it anyway.

You say no, I do it anyway, then run away.

Its a game and I win each time.

Remember Mi Casa Es Su Casa and in Mi Casa we don’t say no.

We both know you can’t stay mad at me when I snuggle in bed at your feet.

We both know you can’t stay mad at me when I show you my belly.

And we both know you can’t resist this face.

Yeah.. Thought so.

Signed,

The Cat