Confession For Charlie

I've probably told a few of you before but my cat bites me like CRAZY. My face, my arms, my legs and my neck and everywhere! I woke up this morning and grabbed Charlie as he aimed at my face once again (for people who don't know Charlie, he is my adorable, orange, and fluffy male kitten!) I carried him to the kitchen after I washed up. My mom was starting to complain about how I promised to feed him everyday an that she always has to scrape out the cat food and feed him. I must admit, I haven't been taking care of Charlie recently. I'm never around to comfort him after a cold bath, or massage his paws after his nails were cut, or even blow into his ears after his ears were cleaned. I'm only here to fill in his dinner and although I'm at home, I dont bother to clean out his litter box.

I apologize to my mom and say I'll do it tomorrow...like always. After I get changed I walk to the bathroom to fix my hair, not noticing Charlie sitting in the hall looking up at me with real huge eyes. I've recently noticed and as soon as I got home, I hug my cat for quite a while, I mean I dont know whether I'll try to be here for him but al I'm saying is that he'll always has his hugs no matter what.