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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