Lola's Poems

To a cat, foreplay is literally the play before the play. You know, like batting the mouse around before the big run. This is another epic poem; cover your eyes!

Grab her thought
through foreplay.

Attach,
manic kindred.

Righteous energy
driveby.

Destroy more furniture.

Wash chubby tail.

Love toy.

Resent enthusiastic poop.

Smother rejection...
how?

P.S. Lola does not have a chubby tail, but Tilly does. Hmmmm.

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