When he howls outside my door at four AM, I love him.
When he digs his claws into my skin to keep from falling off my lap (he's a klutz), I love him.
When I can't hear myself think over his crying at the food cabinet, I love him.
When he darts out the door and leads me on a cold morning chase, I love him.
When he nearly trips me while going down the stairs, I love him.
When he steals the bread off my sandwich only to prance around with it dragging on the floor, I love him.
For all his faults, he's my Buddykins, my baby boy kitty and I love him.
When he digs his claws into my skin to keep from falling off my lap (he's a klutz), I love him.
When I can't hear myself think over his crying at the food cabinet, I love him.
When he darts out the door and leads me on a cold morning chase, I love him.
When he nearly trips me while going down the stairs, I love him.
When he steals the bread off my sandwich only to prance around with it dragging on the floor, I love him.
For all his faults, he's my Buddykins, my baby boy kitty and I love him.
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