Anton is sad. He thinks there is WAY too much Bella and way too little of his own handsome face in the blog, lately. Being an equal opportunity scrapper, and a devoted fur-mommy, I can't very well ignore a plea that heartfelt, can I?
(If I'm being completely honest, said objections were mostly a long, long, LONG monologue of mreoooooows from Anton's side, followed by a few up-and-downs into and out of my knee, but I got the general idea. Or let's just pretend I did, ok? And don't call those nice men with the vans and the hug-yourself-tees and the padded rooms, just because I claim that my cats talk, ok? Hey... Come back - and put that phone down!)
Where was I?
Anton's handsome face.
Sometimes more goofy than handsome, to be honest... but I still love him! ;D