I had been loved in the end of my days

Well really, it had been the 15 of July and Mokus had died being held in her pink blanket. It had been a sad day but her loving ways go on. ~ Mokus 2004-2010 ~

Of myself in my basket and the thoughts which had been

Well really, I had had my own room and had lived in the dormer of my own room. It had been of my belongings. I had had my own basket and small blanket which had been my size and had been soft of my likings. This had been my land free to roam as I had pleased in my ways. I had not allowed Chuck to come in my room or near it because she had not been allowed. If Chuck had been illegal on my land I would be angry. Chuck had not belonged on my land, even as my slave. But I had been illegal on Chuck's land had had fought Chuck on her land because it had really been mine as well. This had all been in my ways. Well really, I had been sitting and had been thinking about things in my basket. And I had thought to myself that I had really deserved 10 dinners a day for the eating of my ways. I had needed more food, because I had thought to myself, that I would be more powerful in my ways.

Of myself, cute and innocent

Well really, I had been a sweet and cute animal of myself. I had been little and meek eating grass next to the azalea bush. I had also smelled a rose, in my garden which had belonged to myself. I had still been of my ways and had been doing many things and had had much to think about in my days.

Of which chuck had still lived in the goodness of her days

Well really, Chuck had still been alive in the goodness of her days. But really, I had been better in teh goodness of my own days which had been of myself. I had kissed chuck to make a good picture, but had still been of my ways. Well really, my nose was higher than Chuck's nose. Because of my powerfulness.

Of my concernemnt and the ways which had been

Well really, I had lived the ways of my life this week and last week and always because they had been my ways. I had been thinking of my ways very much. In the days which had been, chuck had been very sick. She had not been more sick than I had been powerful. Chuck had been sick and chuck had almost not lived. This had made me think of my ways. I had been a good guin of my ways of my life in my ways. I had shown concernment of chuck. If chuck had died I would not have had a guin slave of my ways. Chuck had not died. Chuck had been better and had not been sick anymore. I had stopped showing my concernment and had decided to my ways that one day I would be going up, not down.

The Bath Which Had Been Of 6 Years

And I had gotten a free stick treat from the bag of fiesta guin-food which I had gotten at my request.


The foodbowl which I had had of myself had been shiney and beautiful to my sight

I had run away from the hair-dryer.



I had been a wet little one.

Well really, I had been given a bath after I had turned 6 years old. I had been swimming and had been of my good looks in the water. Which I had hated having a bath. But I had been 6 years old. I had been born in 2004. I had been living the ways of my life for many years. Then I had listened to the opera.

I had been preciously sleeping

Well really, I had fallen asleep and had been dreaming guin-dreams. They had been of carrots, celery, cilantro, cakes, pies and cookies and cranberries. I had been of my ways. I had also had my own room and my own window which I had not had to share with chuck. I had disliked chuck.

I had been beautiful

Well really, I had been of good looks when I had had my pictures taken outside. I had not been taken outside for a long time because the grass which had been mine had been fertilized. I had known that it would be green for me to eat all summer. Because it had been warm enough for me to go outside.

the bread which had been of my ownership

Well really, I had had bread and had been running and had wanted it because of the hunger of my days.

In my reflection in my room

Well really, I had been doing things in my ways for quite some time. But I had had to remind you that my birthday had been coming up and that I had been turning 6 years old. And my stripes had been of beauty. I had been running around my room saying things which had been of myself, and I had looked at myself in the mirror. I had liked the looks of my ways.

I had been of strongness

Well really, I had really had the strongess and muscles of a strong little one. And even in the strongness of my whiskers. h'hmm'mmm'mm. I had even been strong enough to flip my house so it had been pointing straight up which had made me a place to hide behind it in the ways of myself.

Spring Had Arrived

Well really, spring had arrived. I had been taken outside to my green pastures for the second day in a row, which had been my great pleasure. It had been 60 degrees outside, which had been my desired temperature. The spring flowers had bloomed as well, and I had sniffed them. I had trotted around in the grass, because of my importance.

My Pink Towel

Well really, I had been fast asleep on my towel dreaming about spring days which had been warm and carrots that had been bigger. But then my slaves had worken me up, which had made me annoyed.

The nest which had been of a towel

Well really, I had deserved a nest which had been made of a pink towel, which I had nested in all day in the goodness of my days. I had been angered by my claw being cut though. I had spent many days growing out my sharp talons and then my slave decided to cut them. First had been the spotted foot, and I had squirmed so much that my middle-toe on my spotted foot had been cut so close that it had been bleeding. I had been very sorrowful at the short nail I had had left, and it had been of pain to myself. But I had been given carrots and celery, and it had started to grow back, so I had not cared anymore. But really, I had been up to many things lately. I had been listening to the classical station, because of my ways, and I had gotten what I had wanted.

I had been a sweet little one in the sugaryness of my ways

Well really, I had had a whole sugar cookie with pink sugary sprinkles on top all to myself, because I had been good in my days. My slaves made sure to give me the most round one, with the nicest golden bottom, because the best cookie goes to the best guin, which had only been myself. I had been eating it whenever I had wanted, and it had pleased myself and my ways.