You do understand how special you are, don’t you? even though my food altar is full, my water nearly overflowing and my toilet cleaned out by your tom…even though the sun is strong and sinking its anaethetic claws into my haunches and making my fur burnished like the sun itself, because you are awake I leave all this and greet you in the shadows of your bedroom. Nice to see you awake. Thank you for the strokes.