dear hubert,

i wish you hadn't of moved out. i know you never wanted to cuddle with me but i'll never forget those weeks we spent having slumber parties while trevor was on tour. you used to let me hold your paw like we were holding hands when no one was looking and i really appreciate it. you taught me how to like cats, we painted the living room, and you left. i guess it was time for you to move along. you were always a rebel anyway.

be safe stinky--

love,
mama