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Cat-life

At his beck & call…

By Jo DarrallPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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When it’s late and I just want to sleep

Out goes the cat for a creep

And we have no cat door

So I nap on the floor

In a rumpled godforsaken heap

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About the Creator

Jo Darrall

A Geordie with a love for the fantastical, a penchant for creating works of art in different mediums & an accent obsessive who thought that perhaps dipping her tootsies into the written word might be a nice addition to her creative outlets.

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  • Mike Singleton - Mikeydredabout a year ago

    That was fun , you have my subscription

  • Conor Darrallabout a year ago

    That cat attacked me recently. Love this. x

  • Dana Crandellabout a year ago

    Spot-on! Love it.

  • J. S. Wadeabout a year ago

    Cats rule, dogs drool! Love it 😊

  • Donna Reneeabout a year ago

    Hahah this was fantastic and had perfect flow!

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