I finally maneuver down the hall,
Sketching of older cats heard the distance of my hall,
I’m yelling ‘Shout up!’
Open door,
Slip in always is easier in my head,
I ho in kitty cans in hand,
Two young kittens right beside of me,
So, like Fred Flintstone, I set the two small kittens back into the hall,
Finally in,
No extras,
Finally!
Lilly is happy to see me her kittens were where I left them,
Gradually, fear sets in,
None of Ladies’ kittens are in the pen . I PLACED THEM!
The kittens were safe on the far side of Lillies cage,
I yell kittens are not to be on the ground ,
They might be fuzzy, but their my grandbabies. I’m entitled to be.irrational sometimes.
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