If Our Pets Could Talk by Carol Van Den Hende
I’ve heard that ginger cats like us share one brain cell and spend our days waiting to use it. Underneath our human “Two-Legs” coffee table, my brother Stinky accelerates round and round, attempting to nip the elusive tail that swishes just ahead of his sharp teeth. Guess it’s not his turn with the brain cell. Bummer. I have a question and no one to ask. What’s our purpose? It’s been one paw’s worth of full moons since Calico Mom and Midnight Dad said it was time to set off on our adventure to a new home. We’ve been swallowed by the
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