The passageway was narrow.
It played my whiskers like a mandolin. Each pluck of the taut strings telling me I wouldn't fit, like some annoying song; Chubby kitty - out of luck, turn back now or you'll be stuck.
I should not have followed him into this wall. But he had taunted me for the last time. Today – he would be mine, or my name isn’t - Zee Kat.
I should not have followed him into this wall. But he had taunted me for the last time. Today – he would be mine, or my name isn’t - Zee Kat.
