
Kitty-me is searching for yum as empty is the tum.
Why do you tease, please, with petals that incite a sneeze? Geeze!
Grumble-gurgle turns inside me meow. Both surly and esurient kit-kat feels—grrrowl!
If you play with a hungry cat from whom you expect a demure purr, be careful where you tread—for if it finds a juicy scolopendra, it may pass a bite to place it dead in your bed instead.
Why do not you take a walk to the Schola Saxonum and scatter those blooms as an offering of repentance for your sin? Oh, and please leave some cash and nip in my box before you go; I think the pizza guy has a feline gal pal and I would like to invite her over for din. ; )
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