My morning consisted of hula hooping and cats
“Hello, friend! Don’t you want to snuggle???” followed by a horrific extension of the claws.
We’ve had this for two years. This is the first time goes ever hung out in the kitty house!
Long day on the job, ‘ey, buddy?
Mom got her own grumpy cat.
He spent his evenings sat alone at his piano,
desperate to write a song for his love.
He heard it perfectly in his head;
a beautiful symphony of dings and key-smashes,
but his tiny widdle paws and fangs would not do him justice.
He died one night of a broken heart.
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