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Some cats must be related to Yo-Yos! In, out, then in again, a bit of food, out, in again. A wash, sleep. Now our outdoor cat has sussed how to get in through the cat flap he’s busy using it..
But it’s raining, so each time he comes in he’s as wet as an otter! There is shelter in the shed or under the bicycle covers, but he likes mooching. No doubt he will be back in soon…
She’s small, she’s bright,
She’s funny, she’s nice
Black and white,
Cool as ice.
Plays with toys
And catnip mice.
Grace’s has to run
And chases her brother,
Till she’s won.
Gives lots of purrs
And miaows for fun,
She’s my cat,
A cheeky one!
Not a very profound poem, just what I was thinking while looking at these photos of her.
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Mallaband-Brown