the cat days of summer
He is such a naughty kitten. He never comes when he is called, he teases old lady cat who is queen of the house, he hunts birds.
Every afternoon, like clockwork, he takes a nap in this chair, lord of his domain.
His brother, George, has been gone for a year now, and I still miss him.
Every day while this one is outside, I worry.
He goes by Brett, or He Who Must Not Be Named, or Doodlebug.
Doesn’t he look like a Doodlebug?
He drives me crazy and he makes me laugh and he is such a naughty kitten.
Wishing you a weekend filled with naps.
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