KISS ME!

This is a picture of Marissa. She is Mom and Dad's grand-niece so that would make her something to me, too. Marissa is seven months old and, yet, I still outweigh her.

When mom shows this picture to people, they ooh and ahh over how cute the baby is. "Oh, the baby is so this!" "Oh, the baby is so that!" I want people to look at me that way too.

So I asked Moms to put on that lipstick and smack me with kisses. Mom said that she doesn't really wear lipstick but she does have some chapstick, will that do? I said go fur it.

So, Moms put on some Burt's Bees and kissed me until I fell over. Then she took my picture. I regret to inform my reading audience that I looked no different. Tis sad.

In other news, it seems that my continued wheeezing is "of concern" to Moms so she called Dr. Melanie who thinks I have an upper resperatory whatever too and now I have to take more pills. I saw Moms send an email to Dads that said, "Buy more of the good treats STAT!" So, I think it will all be ok in the end.

Purrs and no puppie dogs,

JDamn!