First there was just my sister Grace Lillian Pussycat and me.
She was a real pain in the tail when she was a kitten, but she got better.
Then Mom said we were going to foster a kitten because there
was no room for him at the shelter.
Mom said, don't worry, he'll go back to the shelter when he's a little older.
Well, that was almost 2 years ago, and there's no sign of him leaving.
His name is Mickey Mouser and he's not all that bad. I guess.
Grace Lillian still thinks he's kinda stinky.