Today’s prompt: Midnight
Cat urine is one of nature’s more odious aromas.
Had the idea to put some of the words attributed to Jesus from Luke’s gospel—with one edit—into the mouth of Mr. Trump. Yikes.
And something a little less frightening:
We have two cats, Wallace and Gromit. They’re delightful. But, wow, do they shed.
Strong thoughts from Mr. Cat. What do you think?