Your wish is my catmand
I love my public. It’s true– true love, that is. The kind that only cats like Maxes and Dharmies can enjoy, because it’s pure.
And since I love you, and since you make me purr like a diesel engine running on a combine in the rolling ridges and valleys of the most beautiful place in the world— Pennsylvania (meh!)— here is more me, Max, yours truly, in his Halloween hat.
Girlz can't resist me. She may look indifferent, but she's not.
That’s right. My tail is mixing fur with Dharma’s beautiful, luxurious, satiny-smooth snuggly-hoopdiddley velvetiness. And I’m in such heaven that I can’t even open my eyes cuz you know how when you’re all mmmm, lovin’ that nice comfy feeling with your fave hat on and then your lady is there but she doesn’t really know she’s your lady yet but you’re all mmmmm just the same? Yeah, that’s Max Heaven.
Pepper and Smokie want to know where they can get a hat just like yours. They’d like to dress up next Halloween!