balancing cat

Balancing cat could balance three things on his head. He was a creature of habit, and so aptly suitablly fed. I don’t know what he is doing, but I like it said Fred. Balancing cat dove into a bucket of kibble, his face all red. Why does he do these things? Asked his great Uncle Ned. He takes after me, said his fluffy oldster grandpa, Ted. And me too said his wife, she was a kitten well-fed. They were a porky crew for sure, said the storyteller named Ed.