I'm Sorry...

My Dearest Baby Kitten,
I should have played with you every day. We played a lot but I remember letting weeks go by without throwing treat-treats for you. There was a concern that they would be bad for you to have too much, and maybe they would have been, but fuck! I should have made you happier.

One thing I can't say I regret, I did love you with all my heart and I showed you with all my heart. You possibly the only being that could take my intense affection.

That's all I think for now.

I love you!

Daddy

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