Kittehs on the grass alas.
Kittehs on the grass alas.
Short longer grass short longer longer shorter yellow grass.
Kittehs large kittehs on the shorter longer yellow grass alas kittehs on the grass.
If they were not kittehs what were they.
If they were not kittehs on the grass alas what were they. He had heard of a third and he asked about if it was a magpie in the sky.
If a magpie in the sky on the sky can not cry if the kitteh on the grass alas can alas and to pass the kitteh on the grass alas and the magpie in the sky on the sky and to try and to try alas on the grass alas the kitteh on the grass the kitteh on the grass and alas.
They might be very well they might be very well very well they might be.
4 comments:
Love the poetry.
At least big boy is on the grass, not on your newly planted, hard to find, expensive plants that are so cushy under her tushie like some 35lb lady cat I could mention. He does look lovely baking there.
Glad to see a picture of Reserve Cat. You haven't mentioned him lately, and I wondered if he was in a snit. It looks as if he's really enjoying the warm sunshine.
Hey, at least you have sun! The Maine Coons are desperate for it to warm up to get on the screened porch. No grass for them - coyotes in the hood.
Oh, he's still snitty.
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