deadcat meets ernest

I wondered where DeadCat had slipped off to. Some days I thought she might have coughed up her ninth under a bridge or stuffed in a rubbish bin. Other days, I imagined she found her way into a national park. But the pussy’s been drinking g&t with Ernest Crumb. Blimey, Cat, you could have called…

Cat and Boy(1)

A collaboration between Tony Single and myself for Crumble Cult.

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writing is the teeth that gnaw on my bones.

11 comments

  1. I get the feeling she does precisely what she wants when she wants. Ahhh, if only we all had that freedom, eh?

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  2. meganmilesauthor

    Good stuff. You two make a great team!

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  3. you gotta like a woman who lets you know she’s a female in no uncertain terms…

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