Eighty-three in my mobile home today, Flues seem to love heat , Like my full blooder Norweign grandma, Well, it’s tome to feed kittens, The three bab I rs I have in.a nice clean cage , Two o two p.m. July twenty-third twenty twenty third All things are a part of history,
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Full not tired
What a brother?
Adopted by me! What a blessing! A rare treasure a Pete, A southern gentleman, Family nan, Lover of his god, A good man, More than a friend, A brorher, A little brother, Listen to “Val and the gang Pete brought a feast” from Val’s Whitewolf Books on Anchor: https://anchor.fm/val-heike-whitewolf/episodes/July-22-2023-Pete-brought-me-supper-e278i1k/Val-and-the-gang-Pete-brought-a-feast-aa5fjq6
Lost of one of Lady’s babys
Lily was feeding seven, But in truth not, Lily has no patcients, Just lost baby Seth, Two weeks old, For kittens, milk is life, Not enough kittens can not survive, This sweet, mousy colored wee baby tried, But found no strength to even maintain a nipple, Have to assemble the carrier to use to bringContinue reading “Lost of one of Lady’s babys”
Tired at ten
Gone by ten o two, Funny that, In two fourteen, Mom and I had just watched new show ‘Stalkers,’ Pnly one of six smoke alarm went off, Not one in mom’s room, Or laundry, Or top of stairs, Or livingtoom or den, Moms room had one, The one thatbwent off was the one in cellarContinue reading “Tired at ten”
Then they were all dust
Penny struggled to keep the last kne, Kitten baby alive, She just went to feed him, Now he is witb his little family in spirit, Saddens me veyond words,
Ruth’s first
Still lives, How odd, Her first is alsi her last, And she wanted none!
Family
Spirits Like bubbles set free, Hand in hand, No longer baby kittens, Off to touch other hearts, Bring joy, Purpuse, Idenity, Born into a creul word, A home full of love, Only passing by, Entered my heart, In my memory will remain, The last baby kitten always rushing to eat, Wanted to see everything, Everything!Continue reading “Family”
Cricket and baby Lewis
Sixty four degrees,
Two forty-one,am , Talking to Ruth. Ruth joined the Morman church, Chats with Ruth hours fly by, I have perfect taste in adopted family, Given not at all, Who sees people as useable other then narcississ My real sister not only half, Stored people while painting atrocities done at those peoples.hands in fiction, People fellContinue reading “Sixty four degrees,”
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