You meow not see my face because you do not deserve to see my face. There was neither yum nor water in my dish after I awoke from nap, which took place on a thin blanket on hard floor since your head was not around to provide warmth. Then, when I had to venture out of house during gloaming, a time I had set aside to serenade a fine friend, I misstepped into a downhole and cried for hours until a man who looked like a living moai scooped me up into his arms, where I did not so much enjoy the scent of secretions from his axilla during our journey to the on-call veterinarian. So, yes, I am clean meow and the animal doctor fed me some yum and provided me some thirst quencher, but I am afraid it is going to take quite a lot of amends before you are allowed to see my pretty. In fact, even the fur not on my face is pleasantly patterned, so, you know, I do not want you even looking at the back parts of me. Why do not you go to the fish market and when you get home, I will take a nap on your head, where you cannot see me, while you fix me my first plate of sashimi a la apology. ; )