Getting on it,
On purpose,
Missing a kitten,
Left it with its mom,
Hear nothing,
Can’t find the little love,
Now on floor,
Happy it’s not under the crappy old electric chair that has not rose fur three years,
Cat scratching post,
It’s like testing pot all over again,
But I’m on the floor
Even more, Has no idea where she hid the baby,
And I’m no closer to finding a bought book,
Off floor much better great exercise,
No dead kitten,
Now have to lay on floor by Sherries bed and look for baby kitten
Never again will I ever trust that momma cat!
Val Whitewolf 