Karl my beautiful
cat was
caught in a trap
and they put him to
sleep and they
took off his
leg and when
he awoke he
only had three,
because he lay
in the trap
for days and
they saw the
leg was dead,
but he lived,
my beautiful cat
named Karl.
He wants to
help me write
this. He keeps
pushing the pen
with his nose.
“What do you
want to tell
them, Karl?
What? Are
you sure? OK,
I’ll see if
I can make
them understand.”
Karl says,
“The secret of
happiness is purring
with three, not
meowing for one.”
♥