I love the smell of a wet cat in the evening

Posted on by Pam Phillips

It’s wet.

Wet. Wet.Wet. Wet.Wet. Wet.Wet. Wet.

The squirrels didn’t come out. The skunks haven’t come out. The raccoons won’t be coming out.

But the cat went out.

Guess how he’s feeling.

Wet.

Wet. Wet.Wet. Wet.Wet. Wet.Wet. Wet.

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Published by Pam Phillips

I am a writer and gardener. I never cease to be amazed by the wonder and beauty of bees.