Yes, there’s a cat in that photo. Or parts of one, anyway. Every morning, when I wake up, Henry is tucked under the foot of my bed, with just her little toes sticking out. Sometimes her mortal enemy is lying right next to her.
Yes, there’s a cat in that photo. Or parts of one, anyway. Every morning, when I wake up, Henry is tucked under the foot of my bed, with just her little toes sticking out. Sometimes her mortal enemy is lying right next to her.
red paper boat 