GATO DE LA LUNA

luna de la gatoShe watches their every move from her perch in the warmth of the sun. If only she could fly. The birds can fly but at what price? Last night the temperatures pushed the zero mark. I don’t think the flyers slept well last night. Imagine clinging to a branch surviving the frost of a way cold winter. Luna snuggles on the quilt and purrs I’d rather poop inside and eat tuna.

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