The Magical Velvet Black Book

It was a cold winter morning in early March, just bfore after dawn.I saw no lights one. Several years ago I was born on that day. Surrounded by trees, in a pile of white leaves, A tad different I was from the others you see. Their ears seemed to be a little pointier than me. Mine were quite soft on one side, actually quite round. The other side was a little pointy lying there on the ground.

While the rest, they meowed but, I would usually grumble. Mother was to busy and alway quite a tizzy, so I kept very still and quite still until the ripe age of one, why then, I would count to 101, then roar like a lion. Of course I’m not lyin’, sadly no one would listen.

It was this very day, March 2021,yes right about dawn, in a pile of white covered leaves she walked right over to me. I was quite frightened than as I often am now. She wore a magical velvet black top hat, yes it was, yes, indeed!

She put me inside and carried me home on this cold winter morning just before dawn. Once we arrived she handed to me a little black velvet book in a very special way. I wrote this first story the very first day with numbers in a special way. I’m never overly proud, actually quite humble and still often I do grumble. I wrote 5 or 6 numbers, yes I quess it was a few. She looked at my numbers in my little black book as she often did in quite an odd way. I wonder why she bought that pick 6? But damned look at this, that very next day, all those numbers came out the right way.

Now lookie here we are both quite, quite rich. Ain’t that so Bitchin’ we now opened a kitchen called, Little Black Book In the Cat Kitchin’.