Thursday, January 4, 2018

i bump mister with the front door coming home. i didn't hear him cry as i left but he's still a little anxious to be abandoned with skeptical cats. i say to him mister i have to eat now, all the animals in the menagerie have eaten but me. someone has to take care of the caretaker and that's who? yes, mister, that's me.

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