I Have a Request

See, ever since we got our wittle Dante about four and a half years ago? Mommy's always been his valentine, y'know? I ask her, but apparently Dante's always already gotten to ask her first and she's always accepted.

And I'm left out in the dust. It is so unfair. I mean, Dante ain't even got thumbs to make and write her a card!

So my request is this: will someone please be my valentine? You ain't gotta fill out an application, buy me a card, flowers, or a box of chocolates. Ain't gotta do none of that.

Just lemme know if you can be my valentine, pretty please with a bright red cherry on top.


--Amarie, who's once again overshadowed by her cat