No Gino. No Gino. No Gino.

Once there was a cat named Gino. He was probably the sweetest cat ever, but.

He had a real hard time listening. I think that was mostly because he had an unquenchable thirst for affection

and he just couldn't think of containing it!

He was the master of headbutting your face until you gave him a kiss.

In fact, once he even pulled my computer away from me in a very human-like manner so that my hand would be free to scratch his belly.

Do all cats like their bellies scratched?

All I'm sayin' is, Gino. I have to sleep at two in the morning.

Please stop trying to wake me up by

pawing my head

crying in my ear

laying on my head

pushing your wet little nose into my eyeball

I cannot pet you unceasingly for the rest of our lives.

You have nine or something like that, don't you?

PS...

*Gino is from here, sponsored by No More Homeless Pets Utah.