no food,
no food for seven imported pussys,
five more partially mine,kittens,
six mine slopped all over dirty kitchen floor food,
like it grows on trees,
don’t feel like sitting in front of Pete’s home until he rises in the cold car,
gonna sleep a bit and awake in a world where I can live on money I make not that crappy government swill,
six hundred sixty this month ,
buy my own food feed those under roof.
Send food away,
eat more than graham crackers,
or die in my sleep it will be my third death twice at hand of my half sister ,
was just in the kitchen poop on things,
food spray across the floor,
lets check on something how long can 113 year old cats survive with no food?
Oh goggle!
goggle thinks two weeks,
How about a 65 with a cold infection?
oh well no matter,
Val Whitewolf 