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What Shall We Do?


After devouring my sweetly prepared meal

we both headed toward  tabbetha sprawled on the floor

 Who then proceeded 2 tell me that she's gonna have more cats

you mean kittens,i told her.

Cats,kittens.Names mean nothing 2 me,Tabbetha nonchalantly replied.

And before i could reply back,she seemed 2 take  delight in telling me

that my daughter is with child.

 

"What!but she's only 15!-how did that happen?" I asked tabbetha.

"Don't ask me,I'm only a cat

I don't even know how,

or which Tom cat impregnated me!"

 

(c)2/10/2021.Wired6.

 

 

 

 

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