The Morning Shave

…As I went to shave my daily stubble down the hall raced a cat called Troubble.She flew past real fast a hot trail she was blazin while on her heels ran another one called Notsa Tailin.Not to be left out of this mystery bounded past a tort called Mysti and then with a rumble and a roar Mini Orange flew past the bathroom door.Not to be left behind or perhaps out run came the mother of all at a rapid run.Princess Hissy D. Face she’s called and she’s the mom cat of them all.I did not flinch nor miss an inch with that blade upon my face because you see between you and me I’ve grown acustomed to this daily race…

………………….Thecatsman(PhD) School Of Hard Knocks…..Ret…………………………

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