Who keeps an arrow in his bow,
And if you prod him, lets it go?
A fervent friend, a subtle foe –
AND THIS WAS SENT TO ME YESTERDAY:
salutations in the form of a poem:
from your favorite kitty whom you think thinks you stink, but what your silly face doesn't know is that some kittys like the smell of crunchy rolls better....and just laugh at you and your silly stinky crunchbutt with its skiddish meow meow meows.....relax kitty....i say to you. You are loved and admired, so stop biting at fleas that aren't there because you remember when they were. Lick your fur and make it beautiful, because it is kitty...and Now is the time you are safe and loved.
(NAMES WITHHELD TO PROTECT THE GUILTY)