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Giglot’s giggly times upon chaise longue down-rubbed corduroy’s texture to a point that even the leading light of upholsterers’ assiduous treatment could not rehabilitate the overloved ridges of red. ; )

Fiona’s fable of fabulism featured not only frogs, but fauna of both feather and fur found frolicking from forest to floating florals.

Toads as tools tried to preclude the community from jitterbugging jovially, but Justice June-bug established judicature determining the right to happily hop on any spot—turning the demeanours of the defendants as brilliantly light as lilies pinked bright. ; )

Mew need to get a grip on your hallucinosis—for I am a kit, not a kid.

Nips and naps are feline here. But, tots and tantrums? Scratch that!

Try petting your vision andante at first; cats will purr where children groan.

Eyes adjure you to pause before paws—ready to tap you back to your senses! ; )

Bee beelines to blooms, but we beach sans zooms.

For some, a menology provides order and peace. For others, a memory perfects leisure’s lease.

Suctorial steps leave, for time, traces. Then, ticks and tocks wash away etched spaces.

Grains’ grandiose dreams realise as both purpose and place—a heaven on Earth worth every traipsed chase. ; )

Meow upon you is a place to set for many a pet, a situation void of the fret had at the vet and its places wet.

Nurse called it a bath while tech called it a tub, but I know it was a moonpool to shivering sharks by way of scary sub.

Greebles found their way to the shelter too! I had ghost hunts in my sleep, upon a box, and around every gator shoe.

Purr-chance, does your juku allow the company of cats both boosted and booted? For this puss believes its tail’s tales turn twitchier where playful learning is better suited.

They take umbrage at your mask and offense at my mitts? Well, to hell with their nonsenses. On breast for rest is a passed test: Kit fits as it sits! ; )