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Mr Pretty the Cat

there was a cat named mr pretty who was the leader of his c i t y with fur soft as silk a mind sharp and s l i c k he was far too pretty to get gritty

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Susan Ashley

Date: 4/23/2025 9:57:00 AM

Dear Billie, I adore the portrait your lovely limerick has painted of Mr. Pretty the Cat. Love his name too! The gentle humor in your poem makes me smile, especially the last line. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Billie Jama
Date: 4/23/2025 5:24:00 PM

Thank you kindly Susan

Lin Lane

Date: 4/23/2025 5:37:00 AM

Billie, would you be open to having Mr. Pretty be my nation's leader for a while until he puts things in some sort of order, since his mind is sharp and slick. You see, the chap (chump) there now is making a mess of everything. I promise to take excellent care of Mr. Pretty. He's a lucky cat to have you and Sara. '-)

Billie Jama
Date: 4/23/2025 7:07:00 AM

Haha, love the offer—but Mr. Pretty sadly can’t run for president… he's a British Shorthair, born and bred in England! Total foreign paws. However, his wife Nova is American (Sara’s OG kitty), so together they might form a purr-fect ruling duo. Think royal sass meets Yankee charm. Appreciate your care offer though—he is quite the lucky gent.

Ink Empress

Date: 4/23/2025 4:37:00 AM

Awwn so sweet! I always thought its such a clever name “ mr pretty” sis! Your poem is so beautiful and i love your rhymes here and cadence! And made me smile too as i read “leader of his city” creative limerick! You are so good at all forms! Sending you light always

Billie Jama
Date: 4/23/2025 7:11:00 AM

Aww thank you so much, sis. Mr. Pretty will be so flattered (he already thinks he runs the place!). I’m really glad the poem made you smile—your light and love always lift me up too. Sending it right back, times ten