I have my own Maid. She makes my bed which I often choose not to use.
I have my own Chef. She prepares my food and I don’t even have to ask I just have to stare right into her eyes.
I have my own Hairdresser. She tries to keep me looking tidy, but I don’t make it easy.
My Carer, opens the door for me when I want to go out and again when I want to come back in and shares her bed if I want to lie under the cooling blades of the overhead fan and when it’s cold curling up against her warm back is allowed.
I am provided with medicines to keep me healthy, toys, scratching posts, cool fresh water and a back massage that sets my motor running.

I do notice my maid, chef, hairdresser,carer and provider is called Mum and I often hear her laugh then take my FOTO…I guess I make her FEEL GOOD

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