Hemingway, why are we wishing everyone a happy Valentine’s day?

Because Mom told us we should do that.

We don’t always do what Mom says so why are we doing it now?

Well, I think it’s ‘cuz it will make Mom happy.  There’s something about this Valentine’s day stuff that makes humans a little crazy.

What do you mean?

I’ve heard that they go out and buy cards, flowers, candy and other stuff for the person(s) they love.  For instance, Mom sent a card to her sister and some friends and remember how we sent some cards, too?

Oh, that’s right.  You woke me up from my nap to have me sign those cards.  I still don’t understand why we’re doing what Mom wants now though. 

It’s all about LOVE!  Mom loved us enough to rescue us and adopt us and give us a good home.  We love her enough to try to be good now and then.  I show Mom I love her by crawling up in her lap and falling asleep.

Mom knows I love her when I walk by her so she can pet my long fluffy tail.  I just don’t like that lap stuff.  I’m too aloof.

You’re something alright.  By the way, where on earth did you hear that word?

I think it was on the box with the moving pictures.  I have another question.  Why do humans have to have a special day to say they love each  other?  Shouldn’t they do it all the time?  I know I would love it if someone gave me catnip and treats all the time and not just on one special day.

  I guess it’s a human thing.  We better finish this before Mom turns off the computer.  We just wanted to say a big Happy Valentine’s Day to all our friends out there in web world.  We love reading about your adventures and we hope you love reading about ours.  We also hope that the humans and fur people in your life show you love every day!

You’re getting way too serious, Hemingway.  Does anyone out there know why Mom won’t let us have chocolate on Valentine’s Day but it’s okay for her to have it?  If it’s bad for us, shouldn’t it be bad for her too?  Is this another one of those human rule things that we don’t understand?

Shakespeare, quit being a pest.

Mom……..Hemingway’s calling me names!