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Happy (Belated) Father’s Day

I play a good Momma’s boy when I need to. Purrimary when I want something – like extra pawty-mix, or to be brushed. But in all reality, I’m one hundred purrcent a Daddy’s boy. I know Mom is the one who wanted to adopt me, but Dad and I have this undeniable connection. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s my biological Dad. They say animals pick who they want to adopt, well, I picked Dad.

As his only son, I’m Dad’s “dawg”; just the meowing kind, following him around evfurrywhere. He is the furrst person I meow to when coming home after a long day. (Sorry Mom and Ellie!) He’s my favfurrite purrson to watch TV with on the couch. Dad’s the only purrson I sit and wait fur the entire duration of their shower to make sure they don’t drown. He’s the only purrson I desire to snuggle with in bed. And the only purrson I will nevfurr sink my teeth into.

Dad is purretty good at playing a tough guy when it comes to showing how much he loves and cares about me. He tries to tell me “shush” when he thinks I’m being too loud, but then calls me ovfurr to console me. He’s the furrst one to find me when there is a thunderstorm; making sure my hiding place is safe enough. He’s the furrst one to make arrangements fur Grandma to come babysit me when the family will be away…if that’s not love, I don’t know what is.

Happy (belated) Father’s Day to the man, the myth, the ultimate cat Dad legend. I love you too, dawg!