nipping at his mold whiskey in his writingroom.
The kitty cat lays on his legs listening to him
as always, enjoying the tender caressing fingers
from her mastermind. "That´s a thing like me",
she kitty thinks.
Kittycat speeds up to the dressing-room - smack!
Kissing the mirror. Falls back on floor. Rolls over.
Miaus madly happy.
D. H. Lawrence now curious.
"Oh my precious Lord, why me."
"God has grant me the wisdom and knowledge to achieve my goals. It is now my job to use the wisdom. Rrrroooaar."
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