I love your furry little tootsies that sound like wooden pegs on the hardwood as you trot down the hallway in your heavy-tootsied way.
I love how you purr so big, it's enough to wake the dead.
I love your velvet soft exterior coating.
I love your melodious singing voice ... ahem caterwauling.
I love that you talk to us ... all.the.time.
I love that you 'don't "take no shit" off no dumbass dawg' (sorry, Cooper ... you know you are the dog in my heart).
I love that you are so gentle with the children.
I love that you love everybody in the house ... but love me the best.
I love your GREAT BIG puss-onality.
I love (secretly, of course) that you terrorize Mom's badass cat like she used to do to my precious Chloe.
But most of all, I love that when I get ready for bed and look up the stairs to the upper landing (where you are perusing your kingdom) - all I have to say is: "I'm goin' to bed, buddy ... you comin'?" ...and you do. Then I get the bestest cuddles ever until I fall asleep to your great big purrin'.
What more could anyone want? I'm so very glad we found each other, Woody.