I was rescued from Discovered @ Cat Welfare Haven.
My folks found Discovered me in
Roving Top Cats.
Roving Top Cats.
They
My folks
Told the Haven why THEY and no one else should have me: they've got a place for me to smell roses and lick grasses, a veggie plot to...blahhh...... it was quite pathetic.
The Guardian Angels were aghast.
They preferred INTERIORS to EXTERIORS so I wouldn't pick up daisies, dizzies, and stuff...
But our Cat Haven was filling up fast.
New pals saved from Nasty Fates kept drifting in
as the human No-angels kept throwing out their cat-pals
like old rags.
All quite cat-tastrofic.
I was a Rag Cat too (though more special of course)and here's a MESSAGE fur purtential No-Angels:
Giddy Furballs ALWAYS turn into Cats
(or Dogs or Rabbits).
No doubts 'bout it.
Angels of this world should spread this secret so all Humans are clear about 2 things:
THAT'S.
LIFE.
You don't weasel out of some lots, no sirr you don't.
Yours FaithFUR'ly,
Mister Mocs :=x)
ME yesteryear - a Budding Force
still wet behind d'years.
still wet behind d'years.
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