The Ball


When I was little I loved to play with my squeaky ball.  My ball was so big I could barely pick it up back then.  My big brother kitty J had no idea why I like my ball so much…  but I would chase, and J would get out of the way.  When I picked it up the ball would squeak and squeak and I thought that was funny.  Mom would throw and I would chase. I would bring it back but I hated giving it away… I wanted mommy to throw but I wanted to hold it and squeak it too. I was a pretty silly little guy.

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