Wander through the door
Now lost in the house,
Three week old,
By the tume I returned to my chair, there was Boots seeking foid,,
They had chicken in the kitchen,
Ate.momms.kittens chicken too,
Now hungry for Boot’s crappy ass meducated old fart cat food from the Amish store,
All the kittens but one was still within their mom’s but one grey and white kitten,
Now have to find him,
Greek yourgurt mine is growing warm,
Hello all,
I’m a Blank verse montraditional journalist writer histioruan I write non fiction,
My podcast and Youtubes are the same,
Well I gut to find a scared baby,
I turmed the door to a small, safe,
See you in a while,
Val Whitewolf 