Wednesday, May 15, 2013

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.










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12 comments:

  1. Oh don't be mean...he's a lovely puss:)

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  2. Pretty 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.

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  3. I remember weebles..no cat or child could knock them down!

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  4. aw what a sweet kitty and definitely a hero

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  5. Aha. The cat's heroic deeds and personality. Haha. :)

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  6. Those eyes alone could keep the evil away! That's some look!

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  7. Thank 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.

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  8. Hi Mary, welcome to B&G. Glad you enoyed this.

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