The long haired one is not paying attention to me.
He should scratch and feed me instead of staring out the window at the bar parking lot. Those people smell.
He should get me out of this cold house and let me lay down in a patch of bright, hot, stuff, while there's still some around.
He should give me more tomatoes, and less coffee grinds.
___
Sent with pawMail
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment