Ok. Ok.

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Dad, I love you, but why didn't you talk to me before you took this picture for the cover.

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Look at me.

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OMG

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I'm lying there like some cheap back alley tabby.

I have bed fur.

My eyes are bloodshot.

I look like I'm ready to scratch someone's face off. Which by the way would have been you if I had known you were taking my picture.

I have tuna breath. Or salmon breath. Or whatever....

You know what i mean.

I never even washed my face or brushed my teeth. Well, at least washed my face.

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What are people going to think?

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I'm so mad at you Dad. And how did you take it? I didn't see you with a camera.

Wait a second.

The iPad. 

You sneaky little.

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Seriously though Dad. Please change it. Take the picture now. Mom gave me a bath. My fur is all brushed out. My nails are done. My whiskers are perfect.

Sec, I have litter between my toes.

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Dear Storm.

This is an adorable picture of you and I am sure everyone loves it. And until you learn to use a camera, this is the one that will stay.

Love, Dad

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Paw note : Dad. It's on.

This was a picture I took for the first cover of Storm's collection and the one she is not happy with.

Dad