It’s seven A.M. and I’m still in bed
when the chorus of lamentations begins.
Pitiful whines and anguished meows
rapidly rise to a grand crescendo.
There’s only one way to bring
this opera to a close and that’s
to rise and fill their food bowls.
JDG
It’s seven A.M. and I’m still in bed
when the chorus of lamentations begins.
Pitiful whines and anguished meows
rapidly rise to a grand crescendo.
There’s only one way to bring
this opera to a close and that’s
to rise and fill their food bowls.
JDG
Loving the fur babies who love you! They out sing the chorus of birds!
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