Giggling with fear

Feeding older cats, Before kittens could see, When climbing is bizzarre, My wrist feels like flayed,kitten finger nails, Sharper then polished glass, And I have no time to scream, So I move the bowl here and there, From what Penny said to me at midnight it sounded sevond read that I’m lavish with the cannedContinue reading “Giggling with fear”

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