|To see fangs and whiskers, ya has to biggafy!|
March 25, 2015
Fangs, closed eyes, and a spray of white whiskers.
I am sound asleep with my legs propped up on my puzzle box. My eyes are closed of course and this is auto-typing brought about by my thought processes. There is a fine spray of white whiskers to enjoy looking at. One ear is tucked down into the carpet. My little arms are folded down. I look altogether delectable. Mommy thinks so.