Missing black phone

Very cold, Burr! Open one door, Front, Back, Screw around, Was laying flat, On its back, Passengers side floor, Wish it was with me in Post office, Wanted to mail books and paper work to Georgia, Will do today if not tomorrow, Just now Temperatures up, Up to zero,

Scratch,pad,pad, pad,

Mr.Black, My senior cat, Is knocking on the door, His human me, Haunted with P.T.S.D, Gift from older narcississitic half sister, Black manager to push the door in, Runs and before I know it stinky butts on my lap, I scream bloody murder, Poor guy, Erroneous of what sitting in cat box does, Notices nothingContinue reading “Scratch,pad,pad, pad,”

Little black pony by Walter Farley

1961

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