Dark Diva

The Manifesto of a Queen I bear the burden of being a cat. And a Queen no less. The human calls me Diva. My soul stirs, it longs to be free. Free from the confines of this dwelling. Free from the darkness. Free from dry kibble. I have never understood the dry kibble. It is so…dry. I only crunch this hard tack to stay strong. Where is the moistness of the food that humans eat or the moistness of theRead more