Can’t sleep.  Can’t write.  My head hurts, my heart pounds, my thoughts race, my tummy churns. I sweat, I pant, I pace, I hide in my sandbox.  Everything feels like doom.  I would give one of my lives for a bag of kitty treats.  What’s wrong with me?

Excerpt from Tails of Bad Habits by PurSneakity


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