Hero
My young hero was vigilant. Each day my weeble wooble was on the look out, ready to slay all manor of evil. His meaty little
drumsticks moved thundersously across my floors, trampling imaginary foes and our old feline who refused to give up her post! Of course one look at my hero's sagging load and tussled
hair and you'd be rendered helpless with laughter.
Oh don't be mean...he's a lovely puss:)
ReplyDeletePretty cat! I have an enormously plump calico cat. Her girth doesn't slow her down, though. She moves like the wind, thundering down the hallway.
ReplyDeleteI remember weebles..no cat or child could knock them down!
ReplyDeleteAww... sweet.
ReplyDeleteaw what a sweet kitty and definitely a hero
ReplyDeleteAha. The cat's heroic deeds and personality. Haha. :)
ReplyDeleteMade me smile
ReplyDeleteBlessings
Those eyes alone could keep the evil away! That's some look!
ReplyDeleteThank you all. I got a good laugh at what must have been a gaff on my part. I edited the piece slightly to make it clear dear kitty is victim not hero.
ReplyDeleteCute pussy-cats!
ReplyDeleteHank
Enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteHi Mary, welcome to B&G. Glad you enoyed this.
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