“If I fits,” he hummed with grace,
And pressed his paws into our space.
We creaked, we bowed, our corners split

He did not care. He fits. He sits.

Now we are throne and bed and fort,
A corrugated royal court.

Our shipping days are long since quits-
We serve the one who fits and sits.

  • DavidFriedland@lemmy.worldOP
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    1 day ago

    Thanks friend! 🙏

    We spend a lot of time with these guys. The end result of an abandoned cat breeding home (when the tenants moved out, they simply left the cats).

    Long story short. We fed, befriended, fixed, then fell in love with them.

    I write what I see or what I think about as we care for them. Their stories are applied to pictures and hopefully we can share some of the happiness they bring us to everyone.

    I’m glad you like them!