“Why hello, Miss Sparkles.” I cooed. “Guess what?”

“Mow?”

“I picked up this tome at the used-books store and, as I opened the cover, I had to double-take because there is a cat depicted in the doublure who looks just like you!” I exclaimed.

“Mew?”

“I do not think you will like the content written, but would you like to sit on my lap and I will create-tell a story for you based upon the cover’s art?” I queried.

“Purrr, purrr.”

“Great!” I affirmed. “You go use your box and I will put on some slipper-socks and I will meet you by the tower at four so that we can have feline time with cuddles and lore. ; )

Crossed legs over prim patent shoes

Punctuates

Cross eyes with her impatient shoos.

But,

Ego boasting worth of sycee

Excavates:

He goes, “Closed, mean, dearth, fluff, I see.” ; )

Lana’s lipogram: it became proximous to her not on the chin as a buttercup would, but, rather, materialized as a stitchwort, titillating her purse as a first love should. ; )

King Fisher, breasted in fiery fortitude, stands watch, having relieved guard of grackles, anointed in distinguished angusticlaves, from continued protection of port’s precarious post. ; )

Snowy’s heart longed to be as pure as his fur-skin,

That is, to say, free from markedly ursine sin.

So, looking for pathways to a renewal’s win,

He decided to follow the pope’s religion.

But, he struggled adhering to the fasting rule

Because stream’s steadiness of salmon made him drool,

Hence Icy’s indult from the High See made it cool

For him to remain a shish-ke-fish feasting fool

As long as during his schedule of sated zzzs,

He prayed for welcoming of bear necessities:

Healing hanger by Humpy’s healing harmonies

Rather than mauling upon world’s humanities. ; )