Beekissed
Garden Master
That reminds me of a tomcat my sister used to have. He would disappear for a couple of months and every time he came home he'd have more pieces missing. He was born without a tail to begin with, then got his jaw broke from playing with the horse's tails while they were eating...got a swift kick, then got run over in the hay field by the hay mow~ so he was already short a tail, part of a foot and an ear, with a tooth sticking up and over his upper lip.
He'd come back in with scars, pieces missing, etc. and just love on everybody, be a big ol' sweety and pretty soon he'd head on out to go see a lady. One day he just never made it back home. And that's the way of tomcats, I suppose.
He'd come back in with scars, pieces missing, etc. and just love on everybody, be a big ol' sweety and pretty soon he'd head on out to go see a lady. One day he just never made it back home. And that's the way of tomcats, I suppose.