Had four babies last night, All look like she did as a baby, Nice size, All larger than my little Rock, Still she will see a kitten not of.her litter drag the baby to her bed, Clean the baby better then its mom has, Does she recall her litter before, Or does she just loveContinue reading “Precious”
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Took a breath
I held him, Cared for him, I saw him a week old, Eyes shinning, Saw him pleased at sitting his first chaur seat, Heard him calling me, Felt the stupidity when no cat claimed him, So small, Heard him coo when he was warm, He gated the liquid crap in a box, I gave himContinue reading “Took a breath”
Bathroom
When you go in, How many times this week did you turn on a light? I just did, Guess what I found, Poop streaked from top of medicine box to countertop! What did I lear? Never turn on the bathroom light!
Gas
All animals fart and burp Humans, Dogs, Pigs, Cows, Yes, even cats, Baby kittens need to be burped, Farmers who darm with cows pay a Fart tax, No shit! No, Fart! Penny had off the cuff stated’You can’t burp kittens!- I thought, why the hell not I do! Then I thought I’d say nothing, LastContinue reading “Gas”
The Rock
Born sometime today, All red, Long haired . Orange, I’m hooing her mom has rest of her litter, Then I will simple add one more baby, The Rock, https://youtu.be/Vn9NmEHOfag
Fell asleep
Four to eight hours, Just jibber jabbering, Adopted sistet and me, Last night while Ruth colored, Heat and sweating caught me unawares, I fell aslerp three.times, She.had.called.me.at.seven, Off to sleep, she was, A lawyet had called, She stayed.talking to me Just.a Val, Just a poet, She.says I rold you about.my.laesuit didn’t U, I said no,Continue reading “Fell asleep”
No Choice
Coloring Nice pictures, No choice, Their colors, Why is that fun? Go boy a coloring book and.crayons , Better yet blank copy paper Knock your socks off,
Sherry made
My life Warmer Better No one but mom was better at maps I could have enjoyed everyday, Apart, Apart was ok, She held my hand , going into Walmart , Tickling, She made me feel loved, I love being on her. life,
Heavy
Twelve fifty-two, Air still wet , Heavy, Northern Iowa, One.eye closes, Its.five.eighteen, New day, Morning, https://www.emergencyemail.org/wxl/IA/wxl19019-202384356174394.asp?utm_medium=email&utm_source=eewn&utm_campaign=Weather-Alerts-8/4/2023
Seventy suppose to reach eighty-five
Heard my glass jar break, I totally understand the midevil rack, Imagine a whole day, no moise No poop on my carpet, A nap, Eating all my food, Being alone, Nope, rather.slice my.foot open with glass on my floor, Its chilly now, I have my fan on low, Its.a bit cold, Air is so heavyContinue reading “Seventy suppose to reach eighty-five”
Val Whitewolf 