a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Friday, 22 January 2016
COMMUNICATION
his love is a paw of claws bites on my chin a wet nose in my nostril and when he reaches out to paw my leg in passing wearing his kitten face and wide kitten eyes i have no idea what he wants most of the time long may our miscommunication continue
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