L♥ve grows where my Rosemary goes & nobody knows like me

Rosemary JOY 'n her momma, 2001

Effury kitty must haz at least one of dose pickie-tures dat showz dem in not da bestest purr-sible light. Well, taday momma was taking something called a USB upstairs to her office where the PC lives and sucking things into that little white dangle thingie (sure would make a good toy) and den bringin' stuff down here ta da lappie-top so da lappie-top could suck it out.

Well, what-da-ya-know, dere it was, a pickie-ture of my momma kissin' my little white belly when I was still havin' ta live at da shelterz cuz I was only three weekz old and needed momma-cat milk an' couldn't leave yet. Momma would come ta vizit me ebby day. When I would heard her voice, I would stop what I was doin' an' run, run, run ta da front of my cage an' MEOW as biggie as I could soz she'd know I was dere an' all set fur our cuddle time together.

She would come an' git me and sometimez I would ride around in her pocket and sometimes she would carry me in a blankie and sometimes my belly would be stuck to her face and she'd keep sucking on me saying she was kissin' me...really?

I know I might not lookz too happy to youz wif mommaz face stuck on my belly but I really waz because I knew I was one of the chosen kittens. I had a home. It was just a mtter of time. Now dat I'm here...it's da bestest time of all!