“I’m sure it was for me- My name was on the box. My Hatch-, Name- and Birth- Day is near at hand!” I whine as I return to find my chair now occupied by three, not one.
But Miss Lilli glared her scary, beady stare, perched upon it nicely, and flatly clucked & growled, “You’re WRONG! Once again, so Very Wrong!”
“But-“, I start, “She’s my Friend, and worries for my old & cold bones!”
“I read the letter,” Chloe purrs, as she moves in to claim her half of the Prize, “NoWhere in There does it say that it’s for you!”
“But-“, I try again, to prove my claim, “She loves me so, that she bought a plane ticket for ‘Taunton’ here, (the name of my new, Warm Friend, from the Shire of ‘Huggs~Luv’), to fly across a nation and an ocean!”
Please be Advised, especially when the Hen & Cat Unite- it’s for the Best that you do not cross.
“I pull-up a tiny folding camp chair nearby, instead, “I guess you’ll be wanting this Lovely British Tea, with Ginger, Chamomile & Orange Peel, as well?”