Monday, November 19, 2007
Mancat Monday
I don't puff up like Flynn, my furrs just go sort of loose on my back and tail. When Flynn gits skeered, his tail goes like a bottle brush.
There's sumfing here that I don't like. Mum asked me what it wuz, but I'm not telling. I don't want her gitting skeered too.It's my seekrit.Flynn's not here. He must haf been so skeered that he ran back home.I'll try to be a good mancat and not git skeered again.
Labels: Big Mancat, skeered
Dr Tweety
puurrs and hugs Kashim & Othello
Luf, Us
Pee Ess. We'll let u know nex tyme we haf a nip par-tay!
Purrrrrs,
your bud Pepi
Chase
smiles, auntie bee
xoxo
You are both furry brave mancats I am sure.
It has been raining and raining and raining and miserable here all day, I hope it is better in Devon. Bah.
LOKi
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