I have toys. I admit it. Why – don’t you?
Grownups like to pretend that toys don’t matter anymore.
Or they get toys that aren’t really toys.
I’m all grown up, and I still love a fuzzy, catnip-stuffed pal to swipe at.
I rough-house and let him know who’s boss.
And then I take a nap on him.
What? You don’t have toys?
Jabberwocky walked in from the kitchen and saw MoongChee sitting on the living room floor in front of the recliner. As he walked closer, Jabberwocky got a big grin on his face as the wheels in his little head began to turn. “MoongChee,” he said. “Have you ever been to the circus?” “Isn’t that the […]
Jabberwocky walked down the snowy sidewalk, which was as white as his blinding fur. He meowed at a puddle and tapped at it with his paw – he was thirsty and tried to take a sip from the puddle, but stopped when he realized it was frozen. He frowned at his reflection, moving forward into […]
