The life of a beloved kitty, you mean. Bob-the-almost-bobcat is not so fortunate. Somewhere on a cold, damp hillside he sleeps twitchily, dreaming of mice, perhaps or the odd bit of kibble.
I've waited for him to show up for nearly a year. I leave food for him every day, but he never comes. Poor little Bob. Mr. Plushy reminds me of him in the best way.
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The life of a beloved kitty, you mean. Bob-the-almost-bobcat is not so fortunate. Somewhere on a cold, damp hillside he sleeps twitchily, dreaming of mice, perhaps or the odd bit of kibble.
ReplyDeleteSomewhere on a cold, damp hillside he sleeps twitchily, dreaming of mice, perhaps or the odd bit of kibble.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope he finds a warm, dry den to hole up in.
I've waited for him to show up for nearly a year. I leave food for him every day, but he never comes. Poor little Bob. Mr. Plushy reminds me of him in the best way.
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