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Worry Lines

“Where’s Mine? Where’s my grub? They’ve got theirs – Tibbs has nearly finished! Don’t you love me? Have you forgotten me?” Never, Mog … Never! ............................................. Mog, being tabby, always looks worried ... For Brian's "Two to Fifteen" contest.

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Date: 7/10/2009 12:38:00 PM
This is an enchanting poem that well conveys the way cats seem jealoous when they cannot all be fed simultaneously. Guess they don't understand we have only two hands. Delightful read, Frances! Love, Carolyn
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