Prompts = Ketchup, Crochet, Went
I suppose I’d call myself a bit eccentric and a crazy cat lady, but never pure crazy. My ungrateful children think my mind went long ago.
They point to my thirteen felines and shake their heads. I have the time and resources to care for them all.
But mostly they disapprove of other things, like my crocheted cozies for glass-bottled goods; I dropped a bottle of ketchup years ago, cut myself on the glass, sauce and blood everywhere. Won’t happen again, I tell you.
My mind’s solid and I’ll be on this Earth for a good long time.
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