I know of a kitty named Toby
Wondering what size his stomach can grow be
He eats all the food
And causes a feud
"I'm as big as a whale named Moby"
Apologies to our Chunky Monkey
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Comments (2)
This is so cute!! Toby is so cute😻 xx
Funny one! You had Moby Dick in my mind already with the other story earlier too haha. I do have to say though, I’m a bit disappointed that the real Toby is not pictured! 🤣