10-08-2020, 07:58 AM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;opacity: 0.7;text-indent: 30px;"]Ready. It was the word that described the headstrong little kitten for the time being. He was ready to come see the world, ready to do what little kids did. That was, until he was born, and it was cold, and wet, and rough as a tongue swept across his body. Suddenly dry, starting to be warm, he let out a small cry of protest. Why were things changing so much? He was comfortable though.
Little legs moved him forward, pushing through and squeezing by siblings until his goal was reached, and Torsten would lay down and eat, small mewls of triumph vibrating through his body.
Little legs moved him forward, pushing through and squeezing by siblings until his goal was reached, and Torsten would lay down and eat, small mewls of triumph vibrating through his body.