Saturday's Storyteller: Spike

Spike
by Belinda Roddie

He is our new boy, and he is one of the goodest boys. The other goodest boy is, of course, Binx.

That's it. That's my short story ode. Now I'm gonna snuggle my gentle giant maine coon friend.

Welcome to the family.





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