the little blucat
surfaces from
underneath
the pile of
cat's rugs
and
old towels
shakes his head
and stretches
his creaking old bones
before going to sit beside
his food dish and scolds
the day for being so long
and bitterly cold and wet.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
the little blucat
surfaces from
underneath
the pile of
cat's rugs
and
old towels
shakes his head
and stretches
his creaking old bones
before going to sit beside
his food dish and scolds
the day for being so long
and bitterly cold and wet.
his age is starting to catch up
with him.....and he has always hated the wet...
it has poured all day....and the wind bitter...
he has this belief...we have
control over this and make
the day like this, purely to **** him off...
and acts accordingly....
and all the cat owners nod ...knowingly...lol.
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