The sort of sunshine she can sit in, Ping free.
And close her eyes, and remember when she was the naughty one.
Those were the days, Smally my furry friend, I remember them well.Tuesday, October 20
Meditation, cat style...
... The venerable Small, she likes a little bit of sunshine.
The sort of sunshine she can sit in, Ping free.
And close her eyes, and remember when she was the naughty one.
Those were the days, Smally my furry friend, I remember them well.
The sort of sunshine she can sit in, Ping free. And close her eyes, and remember when she was the naughty one. Those were the days, Smally my furry friend, I remember them well.
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I really wish you wouldn't make me cry at work. Give Small a major snuggle for me, worthy of her station in life.
The venerable Small is just lovely.
E, rereading that just made me tear up! I don't remember weeping when I wrote it at the weekend!
Extra major snuggles will be administered this evening, on top of the everyday ones.
Stomper, Well, we think so, although we was very, very naughty when young and feisty.
Beautiful...
Lee, she's a rather lovely floofy bone bad.
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