by Bℓυ ωιитєя » Thu Jan 12, 2017 1:45 pm
Twyla twitched her whiskers. He certainly was not scared of her. She knew this was a lie to make her like him more. Or at least relax to him more. But she was fond of her can opener story, driving her owners crazy had been her fave part of the day back as a kitty pet.
"Go ahead," she meowed, now turning her attention back to the little bird she had caught. She began to eat it, but she watched this cat in her peripherals as she did, her brown tail flicking back and forth.
(Wow those posts :0)