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.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
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.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
the toast which had belonged
Well really, I had had toast for my breakfast. It had been made of an english muffin, and had had apple butter, which had been the "city" of Dunn's Christmas gift to myself, in all my power. I had really been eating it because I had wanted it. I had eaten it off of a plate of human ways, and had eaten it with my teeth and my little pink tongue licking up the apple butter because it had contented myself for the goodness of my days.
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Picture that had been of Myself
Well really, I had had a picture of myself to look at in my cage so that I could see how beautiful I am. The thing that had been beautiful had been my stripes, and my whiskers and the way I had snow white paws and a spotted foot. I had liked my picture, but then had thought that it would be a good thing if Chuck had it in her cage, because she had known that I had been in charge of her because I had been better.
I had eaten crackers because I had wanted them
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