Thank you for hearing the desperate plea for external validation that my sarcasm was attempting to cover up. Apparently, I cover up my cr@p about as well as Smudge does his.
Today I have received two real awards, unrelated to body fluids, gross excretions, or retch-inducing aromas.
I am lapping up the love.
The sweet and charming Mickey left this for me as I slept. I will share this one with Mosaic Lady because she loves candied apples. But I will cut them into tiny bits for her because if she were to bite into one of these babies, at least three of her veneers would pop right off.
HRH Yao-Lin tried his best to mitigate the extensive damage his little brother's so-called "award" did to my bruised, tenuous, faltering sense of self. He gave me this one this morning. Beau Beau and Angie thought I already had it or they'd have given it to me too, so I'm counting that. (Yes, I really am that needy. You say that like it's a bad thing.)
My blog has a new flavor.
I think most cats have received these awards by now but if you are reading this and you have not and you feel bruised and shattered like I once did, consider yourself Sweetly Luved.