dear ms. whiskers,
there's a little fact i would be happy for you to know:
i owe you more than i ever thought i'd let show.
you walked into my life, one morning; it was nine.
far from my people, i wasn't doing fine.
first, the cat got my tongue, then she got my heart too.
i didn't plan for any of this. i didn't plan for you.
with one tiny meow, i was already smitten,
and thanked the creator that i wasn't a kitten.
may you never run out of smiles to give or laughs to share.
i hope i made sense. i hope you are aware.
dear ms. whiskers, i want you in my life.
i am an idiot. i can't ask you to be my second wife.
(what's wife anyway but a social construct?)
i pray that you get to live for as long as you want,
and may the world bend softly towards every wish that you flaunt.
and then the lord said unto you, “love me. i am a cat.” and i said, "sure, buddy. that's what friends are for."