Meoooowww, my name's Pete. If I never saw my reflection, I would know what I look like.You see, my Mom sings me songs about myself. Sometimes, her love for me can only be expressed in song. Some tunes are Madre originals. Some are pop hits with my name and cat like qualities strategically placed.
Like this Katy Perry hit, for example...
"Pete's from a whole nother world. A cat like dimension... He opened my eyes, and now I'm in love with a freckled orange cat! Kiss Pete. Ki-ki-kiss Pete. Infect me with your love and stun me with your cuteness."
You might be thinking my Mom is strange. Although she admits to being off her rocker, I'm her only son, pride and joy. I provide her much happiness... except for when I surprise poop attack her house while she's at work. She doesn't seem to like cleaning it up, and Dad refuses to help. He plugs his nose by squishing his lips against his shnaz holes. This makes Mom laugh, and she soon forgets about the havoc I reeked upon her bed, rug and bathroom floor.
When it comes to felines, Mom knows all. The Secret Language of Cats is her favorite coffee table book, and Animal Planet's Cats 101 consumes multiple Saturdays of her life. However, as long as I'm sitting in her lap while she rubs my head, I don't care what she's doing. I'm just thankful to have been saved from the street because it was a hard knock life for Pete.
Did I mention my Mom speaks Cat? She has a high pitched cat voice she uses when talking to me.
I love my Mom!
