Dear Gerald (aka Kit-Kat; aka Kit-Ten; aka Puddin-Pop; and aka The Great Pokey), please? please can I pee (aka urinate) in peace? I don’t exactly know when (or why) the practice of you leaping onto my shoulders at the exact moment my butt hits the toilet seat started, but it’s getting annoying in that mostly annoying but just cute enough that I don’t kill you way–please stop. You don’t sit on my shoulders any other time or place, and no–using me as a step-down from the top of the refrigerator doesn’t count.
Thanks again!
Love,
FoodLady
Thanks again!
Love,
FoodLady
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