I’m in hiding. Disguised as a lumpy blanket. On an unmade bed.
A Kat plans to pugnap me. Force me to be an internet influencer. A YouTube Yahoo.
So, I’m incognito til Twittering Tale #130.
If you don’t cat me out, it’s worth a kilo of kibble.
Yawn. Going under-the-radar-sheets. (279 characters)
For Kat’s twittering tale #128 (19 March 2019)
Sorry to disparage your character, Kat, by suggesting you could be a pugnapper. ; )
* pug in peril; photo by Matthew Henry at Unsplash.com
in memory of my friend, Mango (aka mangie pronounced mangee)