The cat is a silent accomplice in your moral decay, trading his integrity for snacks while you cultivate a throne of shattered pottery.
I broke my mom's favorite vase playing catch in the kitchen and blamed the cat. He is getting extra treats tonight so he does not mind the lie.
A reading from Psalms 131:2
Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul {is} even as a weaned child. {myself: Heb. my soul}
— Psalms 131:2 (en_kjv)
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My soul is even as a weaned child.
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