The kitten became hungry suddenly,
But about it has not been assured...
Has spilt all milk from crystals plates,
Now has started to cry as mewing-cat.
milk...'dear' Tsira.. is more than a noun at times...it is the verb.. that forces it out.. small or large.. they will come for it...iip
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Tsira, I know what yo mean when it comes to cats as I have three of my own. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. Hugs David