Dear Puss-ay,

I know you've thoroughly enjoyed your all-natural stage. But I've got a date to go to the beach tomorrow with a hottie patottie and I don't exactly what you blowin' in the wind. So I'm gonna have to bring out the weed whacker and shave ya down. Which means you might get some attention (from someone rather than from something).

It's for the best. I promise.
M in SF