Cat Diary 12

Cat Tales, Food, Uncategorized 1 Minute

The old woman has got me hunting for my kibbles now.

Here I am on the balcony, washing draped around me drying, ah found some.

I know there are some nearby. I can smell them.

Ah … found them!

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Published by Rita de Heer

Writing is what I do. What I think about. What I meditate on. What I dream up. Listen to. Imagine. Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes I eat. And I walk. Pull out environmental weeds. There are a thousand more things I do, though writing comes into a fair few of those things too.

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