I have been feeling a little poetic today. I really wanted to write a love poem for beautiful Fiona but, sadly, my ego just couldn't muster the words. So, I shall revert to form and write about the one I love the most:
How Do I Love Me?
How do I love Me? Let me count the ways.
I love me to the width and girth and height
My paws can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and Royal grace
I love me to the level of everyday's
Most noisy need, by steak and candlelight.
I love me freely, as cats strive for rights;
I love me purely, as I turn towards praise.
I love me with a passion put to use
In my long claws , and with my kittenhood's faith.
I love me with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost hoo ha's, I love me with the purrs,
Smiles, yowls, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love me better after supper.
Fiona, I can't love any cat as much as I love myself. It is the Meezer in me. You, however, come a VERY close second. I hope you understand.
HRH Yao-Lin xx