Here comes my pussycat
When Mum and I go on our morning walks we often see my new friend, Pussycat.
She’s beautiful: black and white with the cutest pushed-in kinda face. And she’s very friendly. She walks right up to me, and we kiss nose to nose. She’s cheeky too. Sometimes she chases me down the street.
Mum gets me really excited before our walks. “Where’s your pussycat?”, she says, and I run around excitedly and whine at the door so she knows I’m ready to go see my friend.
But I’m not the only one who gets excited. When Pussycat sees us, she rolls around on the ground on her back with a big smile on her face.
Posted by Bacchus on January 24th, 2002 at 12:13am
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