Leos, it is, apparently, your month. Your time to shine. Your time to be the commanding, warm-hearted and loving grumpy cat we all know you are around your birthday.
So to alleviate some grumpiness, I have put up my Fear Cats tee on Threadless for sale (usually $20, currently $17). That’ll go nicely with the free-shipping code, FREESHIP7197cca8e.
Sprite woke up, covered in mud. She took in her surroundings. Wildflowers grew in every direction, surrounded by trees, reaching up out of the swampland.
She tried pushing herself up, only to sink her hands into the bog. It was then she noticed a bunch of flowers with a pile of college books. It looked like they were studying STEM. Sprite chortled.
“When I was a kitten,” said Cat, “my parents would often say “Excuse my French” just after a swear word.”
“My mum and dad said the same,” sighed Dog.
“I think all parents do,” grumbled Cat. “I’ll never forget that first day at school when my teacher asked if any of us knew any French.”
Oof, the poor kitty. This wee kitten came from the missus. Her art’s still super popular here. Please do say hello to her on Twatter at @DonnaMStrachan and you can nobble her art prints (including this kitty) from Society6 and you can buy her a cuppa on Ko-fi.
“You know,” said Meria, swiping through her phone. “You’re the spitting image of a woman I once knew called Mabel.”
Lucy peered at the picture on Meria’s phone. “Damn, you’re right.”
“She could be your twin,” pondered Meria.
“She could be,” sighed Lucy. A little peeved that she had another one to track down and kill.
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