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Not my cat, but similar to one I found in the shed and called ”Chelsea”. She was no bigger than the palm of my hand, but the sassiest cat there was. She didn’t like being petted, but sometimes she slept on my daughter’s bed. When I brought my German Shep cross with every thing else, home as a puppy, she left home in disgust. Only coming back when she was lured in by ham.

She would hover on our metal shed whenever our neighbours were having a barbecue and chicken were her favourite meal.

She was the sassiest cat I ever had the pleasure to know, and a typical of her breed. She wouldn’t take any nonsense, and learnt to be near my dog, but only if he left her food alone.

I am a sassy cat, dog, so don’t mess with me.

Stop pinching my food, or you will see

my claws swipe across your nose,

Don’t mess with me, I’m sassier than you know.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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