Anyone who knows me knows that I love to climb (nearly as much as I love to RUN). I think I must have been Edmund Hillary’s cat in a previous life. Or maybe Tensing Norgay’s.
So why does Daddy, who definitely knows how much I love to climb, get mad at me when I demonstrate how good I am? It’s not as if the curtains are that flash anyway, so why shouldn’t I use them to reach bugs up near the roof? Some people have no sense of adventure.
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Lala the Little Black Rocket
I'm Lala the Crazy Kitten, also known as the Little Black Rocket. Let me tell you about my adventures!
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Maybe mummy and daddy could put some little feather dusters on your feet so while you're up there swotting at crunchy things you can also do a spot of dusting. That would put a smile on their face :o)
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