My house is a constant patter of tiny feet. And of the patter of those feet making their way through mountains of clutter. They go about balancing themselves for dear life but perhaps after 4 and 5 years they are used to it. They don't even so much as bat an eyelid, they love dangerous territory. for them, the sky's really the limit, the patter can go as high as the ceiling. There is also a lot of acrobacy going on. The Circus? Well they could learn a thing or two from my lot. My lot are daring, they do not stop to think about consequences, they are just naughty little balls of fur which i love to bits.
The clutter. That is something which just seems to grow on me. It becomes extremely dense by the hour and only one person can take care of it. She too it quite an acrobat when it comes to taking care of the clutter. Shut your eyes for a moment, and it's a brand new day, brand new house, brand new perspective of life. Really, people like her exist for real. No joke.
The clutter. That is something which just seems to grow on me. It becomes extremely dense by the hour and only one person can take care of it. She too it quite an acrobat when it comes to taking care of the clutter. Shut your eyes for a moment, and it's a brand new day, brand new house, brand new perspective of life. Really, people like her exist for real. No joke.
