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Sometimes they think they are it the man of the house, demanding when sat, a real big hit relishing the chain of command over those who wait on hand and foot for they start off small, expecting so much more, as they have written the book But let’s not forget who is the real master here they are just a cub, cute yet endearing, but you’d rather be down the pub supping a beer scratching the sofa with eyes so large they are easily forgiven killing flies and onto mice, it is how they are driven As the kitten is a creature yet to grow into its fold playing like a baby does until its days of old they’ll fight and cry like kids, you’ll hear them on the street they won’t give up, soft yet tough, never knowing when they’re beat A dog is fun and obeys command, yet these things rarely do you’ll call all night, their name out loud, but never return on que yet eat you out of house and home, Felix down to the last lick of the butter tub as they are animal of selfish wit, a beast when grown but will always be my, Little Lion Cub JJB
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
Little Lion Cub
Sometimes they think they are it the man of the house, demanding when sat, a real big hit relishing the chain of command over those who wait on hand and foot for they start off small, expecting so much more, as they have written the book But let’s not forget who is the real master here they are just a cub, cute yet endearing, but you’d rather be down the pub supping a beer scratching the sofa with eyes so large they are easily forgiven killing flies and onto mice, it is how they are driven As the kitten is a creature yet to grow into its fold playing like a baby does until its days of old they’ll fight and cry like kids, you’ll hear them on the street they won’t give up, soft yet tough, never knowing when they’re beat A dog is fun and obeys command, yet these things rarely do you’ll call all night, their name out loud, but never return on que yet eat you out of house and home, Felix down to the last lick of the butter tub as they are animal of selfish wit, a beast when grown but will always be my, Little Lion Cub JJB
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort." ― James Herriot "If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much." ― Mark Twain "A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not. "― Ernest Hemingway "Never try to outstubborn a cat."― Robert A. Heinlein
john-bartholomew
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
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