Penned, September 09, 2026/ Human Written For the International Contest, The Last Page Was-Is Missing Sponsor, John Lawless
It was morning when my cat Fluffy meowed a warning . . . for on our porch was a stray cat his tabby fur a tattered mess eyes so sad ~ that they spoke to me . . . and they broke my heart oh, how he growled and hissed too late- for my very soul had been kissed and each day "Grumpy Cat" was on my porch waiting yet, I could not catch him and that was very frustrating_ I started writing short stories 'cause he was such a character (I finally caught him) my nephew was young and loved them the titles were things like~ Grumpy Finds A Home Grumpy Gets A Bath Grumpy Goes to the Vet Grumpy Follows Me To The Bus Stop and many more . . . they were written in the moment about the antics of Grumpy Old Cat the stories were funny and delightful but something horrible happened . . . . Grumpy suddenly died I had grown to love him so much I cried for a long time (still do) and in a moment of deep sorrow I could no longer keep the stories so, I destroyed them, even the last unfinished one I realize now that it was a big mistake I have tried to re-create them but without the main goofy character it is impossible to go back in time so, in the end Grumpy's stories have no ending for . . . the last page is missing -
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