Pieces Of Patches
My cat passes time. By pulling his hair. Pieces of Patches. Are everywhere. How he's not bald. I'll never know. It could probably make. A black and white throw. Into your dinner. His rudder will fall.
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My cat passes time. By pulling his hair. Pieces of Patches. Are everywhere. How he's not bald. I'll never know. It could probably make. A black and white throw. Into your dinner. His rudder will fall.
Various colours. Really soft paws. Soft gentle coat. Very sharp claws. Ever so friendly. And lovely soft fur. I really like it. When I hear kittens purr. They'll play all day long.
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Two cats sat on a mat,. One thin, the other fat,. One had c o u g h e d. Up all he s c o f f e d,. Whilst the other.