Thursday, October 25, 2012




prompt: use a pocket
Cleo was a stray kitty we rescued in
the trailor park. We brought in him
and his sister and brother. They never
acclimated to house life. But Cleo
loved the indoor cat life. He got his
name because he was so young when
we got him we thought he was a girl.
Cleopatra day he was walking
away from me and...oops hey guys Cleo’s
a boy now...him and my daughter were fast
friends. She's moved out and took
him with her. Which is where he belongs.
But I do miss the fat cat.

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