Pete rules! Go Pete!

I love Pete. Pete is the bomb diggity (bomb kiggitty?). For reals, y'all.

Pete will let me do anything, I swear, and he just purrrrrrrrs and looks at me like, "God, you're so awesome." But like he means it! Not in that ironical cat manner.

Recently I tallied up all the reasons Pete is the awesome-ist cat around.

1. He lets me hold him like a teddy bear. Up to and including the squeezing. Purr.

2. You can pet him like a dog, with the thumping and the roughness and the biting. What? Biting? Purr purr.

3. I can pull on his whiskers. Why do I want to? I couldn't say. Purr purr purr.

4. He loves smooches. Purr! Smooch!

5. Yeah, he has a mustache.

6. Whenever I am sleeping, he sneaks up and rests his paw on my face. I find this gross, yet endearing

7. See most excellent Pete photo montage at top of post. Exhibit A: Purr! I will love your foot 'till the end of time. Exhibit B: Oh, hello. I was just taking a bath in this here sink. Exhibit C: This is how Pete rides. Dirrty. Check it... purrty. Hee.