(Poetry) "Sky and chipper, I'm all bark in my red mini, all laces and legs. I pound the concrete and puff past a man swaggering, all fedora and blaze,"
The cat knew what he was talking about - I would have told you the same thing, twice also, as I admired you passing by. I should have tried to get your number........
The term "cat calls" makes no sense. Nobody calls a cat that way.
The cat knew what he was talking about - I would have told you the same thing, twice also, as I admired you passing by. I should have tried to get your number........
Annie, you're a poet!
… made anything better …
Cat raises its fur fedora takes a tip
Takes a nip, ducks inside to hide mini rides high, walks on bye to catch the next ride.