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Cat Tortures

 Reading is like our daily appetite. We cannot have any success in our life unless we read. It may be tiring sometimes, but you'll soon see that your grammar, reading and language has improved. Each book has a new word. Even if you know the word, you'll get to learn the spelling and meaning of it whenever you read written scripts. Like, I started my own blog because I had improved my language, and now, I'm still improving and soon, it'll be better. And probably when I reach the 5th or 6th grade it'll be outstanding. And when I'm 60 years old, it'll be even better.



You know that cats are cuddly and cute,

But stray cats aren't, they don't even suit,

You know the story of the stray cats who visit our house everyday?

That's the purpose I came here, those who are interested can stay.

It all started on 2017,

When I returned from U.S.A to India,

The mother cat who was brown and white,

Gave birth to kittens who were out of sight.

The baby lay on our neighbor's window,

And licked upon the milk,

It hid in the loft, and made the fire fighters come,

And people were tensed, so.

3 more kittens appeared on the stairs,

Who thought they were fair,

They would pounce and jump,

And lick the milk,

Kept inside a cup.

So the cycle went on,

From dusk to dawn,

It continues till today,

They'd sit on the sofa,

And do mischief, 

And act as if they're the chiefs,

Little Kitties!!!

Comments

  1. Cat catches rats. But it will commit mischief if we are lazy and stole the milk drink like a hungry thief. Be careful. 🐱🐈🐱🐈. But Tom and cherry is a nice serial to watch as rat makes cat chase but couldn't catch as it runs fast. It is only an imagination. Anyhow your write up on cat atleast makes you fat and fit.
    Babu Thatha

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  2. Super. Shriyandhaa your write up on reading habit is a motivation for me to develop such good habit. Thank you. The cute cat poem is very attractive like the kittens. Keep writing more on pet animals and their play .we can relax on watching the play of puppies and kittens like how you and Shripradhaa play . Expecting more
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. Super shriyan about ur cats definition very well I enjoy it. By viji patti

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