a flowerless home

oh my sweet sammy boy. you are so fluffy and soft. so cuddly when you are too tired to squirm away. so purry. you are my tall boy. my trouble-maker. my kitten face. my orangey :)

but you are also my counter-walker. my sleep-on-the-table-er. my sharpen-your-nails-on-the-window-screens-er. your meow has a pitch matched only by ben's whistle. you have mastered severing balloon ribbons in record time. you are great at playing with spiders...not so great at killing them. and you love, above most things, to eat all of my flowers.

tulips. roses. you don't play favorites. if i vased my hydrangeas you'd nibble. if i brought home peonies you'd de-leaf. and i can only imagine your excitement and deviousness at the arrival of a mixed bouquet.

but sammy, my sweetest of orange boys, when you lick me as i pet you, and purr and purr, and fall asleep next to me as i pet your soft white belly..

i know i wouldn't trade you for a single petal.