For your day of appreciation, Miss Mew, I am sketching a portrait of last week’s play-friend date where Mister Earl chased you into yard’s pisculent home to koi.

While you certainly debunked the myth that all cats hate water–you gleefully swiped at fins of din, Earl better heed caution at bright-blue eyes hiding a retaliatory ploy.

Your attempt at peculating mate’s eutrophic stash of sustenance was a fair counterpunch, but as loot was held by cactus-bush instead of tree, recuperation required extra care.

Shall we frame your art above eat-drink bowls to remind us of both escapades and, perhaps, those consequents that leaves us happily calescent in company’s snuggles? Yes, even if it receives your incessant scowl-stare. ; )