I knead my mommy: and other poems by kittens
โ Scribed by Francesco Marciuliano
- Publisher
- Chronicle Books LLC
- Year
- 2014
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 2 MB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 1452137110
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
Just when we all thought things couldn't get any cuter, from the author of the New York Times bestselling I Could Pee on This comes I Knead My Mommy, a book of confessional poems about the triumphs, trials, and daily discoveries of being a kitten. From climbing walls to claiming hearts, these little cats bare all in such instant classics as "And Then You Said 'No,'" "Ode to a Lizard I Didn't Know Is Also a Pet in This House," and "I Will Save You." With adorable photos of the poetic prodigies throughout, this volume gives readers a glimpse into their confused and curious feline minds as they encounter the world around them.
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