Turkey meat. Chicken meat. Pork meat. Pizza crust. Cheeeeeese. These are my favorite things. Except for my dads. They love me more than I love these things, though. They give me beds in every room. They give me snuggles when it’s cold. They give me blankets. All the blankets. They pick up my poops and don’t complain. They let me drag them to the bakery in the middle of a hot afternoon even though I know I can’t eat anything from there. But they can, and I like to remind them they deserve treats from time to time, too. They scratch my belly every morning, but they warm my heart every day. I love them for loving me and they love me for loving them, and we love each other. And thats pup-biz, kitty.
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