Purring Cats

Sometimes She calls me a purr-factory, because I make so many loud purrs. I wish I could tell you I do that on purpose, but purring just comes out when I am a happy cat. I purr when I am eating my butter. I purr when I am getting pets. I purr when I am giving massages, and people on the telephone can sometimes hear me purr. My sister, Kasey also purrs, but her purrs are so quiet that you have to be very close to hear her. Our Auntie Heather can get Kasey to purr  so that she can hear, but I don't believe She has ever heard more than a whisper.  There is a picture that She sent to Mazie, and it show baby lions giving hugs and snuggles to the guy that takes care of them. It is almost as cute as Kasey and I are. The funny thing is, those baby lions don't purr. They make some other noise that She says is practice for roaring when they get big. To me, it sounds like squeaks, but the guy that they are playing with doesn't mind that it is not purrs. One thing that She tells me is that when I am lying on Her chest and I am purring, it is almost like medicine to Her. It is very lucky that I can do that to make Her feel nice and relaxed, because She keeps me safe.
A lady came over today to talk to Him about insurance, and I went to the meeting and got up on the table. The lady didn't mind, and I wasn't scared. A nice thing is that She was proud of me, because I usually go and hide when someone comes over that I don't know. After all these years, She says, Coffee is finally feeling safe.
The thing She is fixing for dinner is a nice little round meat and something She calls flat bread with cheese on it. I will be glad to try that. Sy-o-nara.