Nursing.

Goodbye kitten.

This is a playful lyric poem about being old: when you are old you turn around from present tense to pretense.

There was a tiny and lovely kitten in the place I visited recently. Though I was a total stranger, it started to mew slowly and rub itself against my trousers. When I sat down, it did not bother to come, sit and sleep on my lap.

London 1900’s.

The cat on the hunt.

Hello shitty.

A cat who can fix herself into a jar.

Storie.

A short story of a little kitten and its owner …