Sometimes, I think Auntie Erika is the only one who really gets me. I bite because I love! And Erika gets that.
The other night Mom and Dad were watching a TV show about vampires (I don't think they realized I was paying attention). Anyway... the show was based on the idea that vampires came out of their coffins, were drinking synthetic blood and wanted equal rights (hello, again, where are my kitten rights). Vampires bite for blood. I bite because I love. Dad definitely doesn't understand, he always covers his hands and face with his sweatshirt. Mom is better about it but I don't see her enough and I end up scratching her instead of biting. But Auntie Erika... well she's the fun one in the bunch. And she understand why I bite! She also lets me out of the room without being carried around.
Okay, I better go. Dad is hogging the book so I have to occupy my time with other things. Any suggestions for reading? Maybe I should get an iPod and try some new tunes while I run around.
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