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ALRIGHTY.

I brought the cat home
it seemed alright

to bring the cat home
He agreed on that night
~~~~~~~

his cat eyes said yes
For a try
nothing more

Alrighty I said
turned the key in my door
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I showed him
the room the couch
and the bed

It's been
six years since
And no more's been said
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

about that

M

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Marion

Black... Black as night. He sat on my couch and hasn't moved since. Thanks R x

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Jac Fables

Give Basil my best. He's a good cat I'm sure.

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Marion

Lol... you remembered. I did... he said same back... hugs x

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Shirley Harrison

Welcome to a most lovely a warm home cat. 🌹 Sounds like good company to me πŸ€—Β 

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Marion

The best Shirley... I prefer animals these days lol. Thanks so much my friend x

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Raechel Rae

I suppose sometimes a cat is worth 1000 words...this made me smile..thank you πŸ–€πŸ–€πŸ–€

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Marion

So glad to make you smile ...truly...
thanks Raechel... hugs x

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Pratibha Savani

Hi Marion! It's witty and a delight to read. Great short sharp piece! Hope u are well my friend. Px

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Marion

Hi P so lovely to see you here. Hope you are well. Thanks so much love x

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John Prophet

Loved my little β€œBelle” when she was here.
Nice write.
John

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Marion

That's a lovely name. So missed when they're gone John. My advice... get another... or six. Thankyou X

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