This is my entry this week for therealljidol. I invite you to read and vote for the many fine entries. This week's topic is "twitterpate." Earlier today, I found this note, scrawled on a piece of scrap paper, lying in the middle of the living room. I see how you look at him. You used to give me such loving looks: your wide blue eyes lit from within; your gentle smile, enthralled with what you see. Especially, you used to be enthralled with me (as you should be). Do you still love me? Yes or no? You see, I'm still smitten with you. Perhaps you've noticed that when you are near me, I quiver with joy. It is all I can do not to throw myself at you. The minute you turn your attentions away from him, I cannot restrain myself from clamoring for your attention. It is embarrassing. I shouldn't have to do this; as beautiful and flawless a creature as I am. Do you still love me? Yes or no? Before, I never had to ask you for love. You would talk to me, tell me your deepest thoughts. I would listen quietly (I am a very good listener) and occasionally make a listening noise, so you knew that I was paying attention. But these days, you talk mostly to him. And all he does is babble nonsense. What do you see in him? Do you still love me? Yes or no? I miss our quiet afternoons. When he is around, it is chaos. He is like a human kitten, bouncing all over, wasting energy, destroying the equilibrium. I bet he can't do anything useful, like fish or hunt. Do you still love me? Yes or no? Do you know what torture it is to be near you and yet so far from your attention? You've tried to buy my love with treats and presents, but I cannot be bought. Last night, when you fell asleep, I rubbed myself against your hand, so great was my need to be touched. I wish I knew how to quit you. Do you still love me? Yes or no? These are lonely days. As you go off with him, holding hands, I sleep on your pillow. I smell the scent of your shampoo and dream of simpler times. When you tire of your human kitten, remember that I am here. No matter how foolish you act, I adore you. But I am no dog: I will not beg. Do you still love me? Yes or mew? I wanted to write a love note, but I couldn't come up with an idea until this popped into my head today. My poor neglected kitty, Luke, has been acting like an unrequited lover ever since my little Kung Fu Panda was born 20 months ago. The minute the baby goes to sleep, Luke is in my lap, mewing. Sometimes, if I'm tired, I just put my hand out and tell him, "Pet yourself," and he rubs himself against it, purring. I'm sure he can't wait until my human kitten grows up. ETA: Here's a description of the photo above: a white cat with ginger on top of his head, on his tail, and circling his mouth. His collar is askew, so that his name tag is on the side, looking like a dark blotch on his white coat. He is sitting upright, looking directly at the camera with his golden eyes. On the floor immediately behind him is a Big Bird plush toy, lying on its side.