My whiskers stir where headlines drift and shadows prowl through moonlit air.The truth, like yarn, can twist and tangle—wise cats tread with patient care.The stars hiss, “Power courts great peril;…
My whiskers stir where headlines drift and shadows prowl through moonlit air.The truth, like yarn, can twist and tangle—wise cats tread with patient care.The stars hiss, “Power courts great peril;…