🌜Princess Luna the cat🌛
@princessluna
Luna is a little, old tuxedo cat living with her Dad. This a cat account engaging in cat speak, if you donnot like this feel free to mute and block. Please don't add this account to starter packs without asking.
The worstest of all was getting an peece in yours hart becuse yours woud instantly freaze and the you lovfed nonething and none one aneymore.”
Butt the smol michaelscopic peeces was far worse, if the you gotted on in yours eyes, evrythimg the you sawed and readed was poob, evon if the it was goode newse.
The debbol’s smol halpers carried the mirror up towards havon, but the it caused the it brake into an gajillion peeces. Some where bigge enuff to use a windoes and and I-bol glasses, but the they was none goode. The you sawed onley ugliness, and fake newse throu the them. The smol debbols lovfed it
(I am posting the next installment of the Snow queen in a bit, but first it’s æblekage/apple Charlotte break. 😋)
Sumtimbes I’m sware I’m can heer kittons cryign, butt I’m cannot smeall the them or sea them. Watse goig on? Havf the you eggsperienced sumthing simmelar?
The eval mirror maded evry tath was bootiful and goode, smol and insegnifigant. On the gontrary evrythimg taths was nastie, uglie and eval becamst lorge so tath the you none longer notised booti arounde the you. It was horribal to looke into, and the debbol laffed untill him bursted.
So every one, I’m want to teall you an story, tatse called the Snow Kween. Dade well be drawig pichures. The storie beginses whith an nastie, smeally Debbol whomst maded an eval mirror. When he he donnit, he laffed and laffed, and laffed, the was verry pleesed whith himbself.
Omkay, I’m reed the you an beddetimbe storie; wonse opon an timbe, there was three goatses..
I’ cannot decyde if thise octoplus is a noying or halpful.
Guise, I’m am so prowd to annonse the opening of mine verry own Cate Faire.
Deer dye of ree; Todae Dade left to go to an medsommer partie ande cambe home smelling of dogge. Howevor, in thise case I’m donnot blaym the him. (I looked after little Karlo when his dad went for cigarettes, he was a very good, chill boy the whole time his dad was gone.)
(my disability affects the way I draw and paint, and I don’t think that’s a bad thing, at all. It gives my drawings a character that is entirely my own. This is what Luna looks like when she’s grumpy about the food I served her.)
Mine hares havf been raturned, and havf been upsykeled into an wigge.