Another new addition to the Whiskers Syndicate family! Can you spare a dollar or two to keep her bowl full?

She went to where the green grass grows; on the warm sunlit hills. Though the night is long, and the journey is never ending. She went to where the green grass grows, waving by the gentle wind blow. Though her tummy was crumbling, and her tiny legs were failing. Along that hot burning road, she…

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