Please Do Not Call Me Cute

Oh, please do not tell me how cute I am, Kindred Kat said. He stomped off in a huff, and so my Uncle Pete said. Let’s make sure we call him other things, but never cute. Sounds good to me, said Fido, who was chewing a boot. We called him all kinds of adjectives from that moment on. He was happy and delighted, and excited to the sky and beyond. Kindred Kat, you are enthusiastic, we said with a smile and a wink. What was that? He asked, getting a sweet toilet drink. Auntie said, you are marvelous, righteous, amazing and quick! Uncle gave her a frown, to say she was laying it on way too thick. Then grandma came in to use the door of the laundry chute. Who is this cat? She asked, saying, “Boy, are you ever cute!”