C - Contentedly curious in her contemptible preoccupation of coercing my carpet into shreds, is she. Catastrophically creating whirlpools of cyclonic feline fur, she does.
A - Atrociously precocious as she athletically accosts the legs of my antique armoire, is she. Alluring, attractive, adorable to others, still annoyingly she attacks my sleeping toes, she does.
T - Tempestuously timid, training topaz eyes toward the transgressor who dare touch her venerable torso, is she. Tortuously ticklish, yet transversely tolerant tautly awaiting her trouncing time, does she.
S - So very happy I have a dog,
Am I!
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Gypsie (Ami) Offenbacher-Ferris
Gypsie is a nickname given to me years ago. I love to travel, do not stay in one place very long and I’m a long-winded storyteller/author.
I have two grown children and one grandson whom I love “to the sun and back a million times!”
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