Dear Ariella, You Drooled on My Tail Again.

 A Sassy Cat's Take on Life with a Baby in the House...

 

Dear Ariella, 

It's me. Pumpkin. Your resident king, feline babysitter, and accidental cuddle therapist. Today I come to you with a serious matter. One involving dignity. Respect. And an unprovoked tail drooling incident.  

I was napping in the sunbeam. Minding my very important business (a.k.a. nothing). When suddenly  — your tiny baby hands grabbed my tail like it was a bottle of warm milk, and your toothless mouth...well... you know what you did. 

Let's be clear: 
I am not a chew toy. 
I am not a binky.
And I most certainly do not consent to tail slobber. 

But do I get an apology? No. I get a giggle. A squeal. And Mama saying, "Ariella loves you, Pumpkin!" 
Love? Is that what we're calling it? 

Still, I must confess something. 

Even after the offense... I sat under your swing while you cooed and kicked like a tiny tornado. Even though you don't know it yet... you're may human. And I've chosen you. 

Drool and all. 

Yours (reluctantly but permanently), 
Pumpkin

P.S. Tell Mama to buy the tuna treats next time. I'm working under stress.