A Tibbs Christmas Carol
*The title photo*
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"Bah Humbug!"
It's the Christmas season and for the last few weeks, Louis, my hare-brained agent, has had me working my claws to the bone writing 100 reviews before the big day. He insists that if I do not complete this task, he will cancel Christmas and I shall NOT be whisked off to Hollywood to become a rich and famous film critic.
*Photo of Tibbs and the rabbit*
Needless to say, this has thrown me into a tizzy. "You can't cancel Christmas!" I informed the orange-treat
A Morning Kiss
A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.
Janet F Faure
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