My cat Reuben – he just aims to please,
Snuggling up to me down by my knees,
My black bundle of furr,
He disarms with his purr,
Such a pity the bugger’s got fleas!
I’m not saying it’s his fault, but something bloody bit me!
Reubs
Mister Bump
My "bump" was in 2016 when, aged 48, I suffered a stroke. This blog charts my recovery. (Header clipart licensed by pngguru.com.)
Mister Bump 
Haha that is a real pity! I wouldn’t want it near me, fleas or no fleas!
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Aw, man, he’s lovely. Prefer him to a human anyday
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Hmm I guess if I had to choose….
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I see that Reubs controls the evening’s entertainment.
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Seems to be!
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At last the Master returns. Good to see you, sir and you are in fine form.
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I’m actually doing a lot of writing atm, but not for wp. These are great warm-ups.
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Whatever endeavor you’ve embarked upon, the best of luck to you.
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It’s unusual. I’ve not written this many words in a single piece.
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