Die erste größere Veranstaltung, die ich seit Pandemiebeginn besuche. Ich bin richtig aufgeregt.
Würde mich freuen, jemanden von Euch dort zu treffen.
Wir haben sie Freeda genannt, weil wir glauben, dass sie aus dem Hühnerhof nebenan ausgebrochen ist. Es schien ihr sehr gut zu gehen.
And since then, when ever any sign of evil appears in their neighbourhood, the catmom will go for walkies to turn them into beauty. And all the catmoms should do alike to live happily ever after. :* & <3
In the morning, when the catmom took a look out of the window of their cozy home, where they live with other catmom and the finest cats, the neighbourhood piece was turned all beautiful and shiny. All catmoms and cats were so happy, they played with the Strippe to celebrate.
On their return the piece was of violet color, the catmoms favourite color! “This could stay this way”, the catmom thought and went to bed. It was late at night by now.
The catmom went for another walk. This time to settle their exuberant excitement (remember, introvert catmom). Again, when the catmom came back, the piece of neighbourhood turned black. “I like this”, the catmom thought to them self, “I’ll go for a third walk, just to see what happens next.”. And the catmom went.
The catemom raged again (silently) and to calm themself down, they went for a little walk, thinking about what to do with this persisting thread to the good life (in progress…). When the catmom came back the piece of neighbourhood, which had to suffer the sign, turned light green. “This is a beautiful color”, the catmom thought, “this must have been the magic of the left”.
A communist catmoms tale
(I already told this tale some time ago on Instagram, but mayb you enjoy it)
Once upon a time there was a kind communist catmom.
One day, in the catmoms neighbourhood, a sign of evil appeared and the catmom raged about it (on the inside, the catmom was a very introverted person).