Jasmine was a luxuriant kitten long of soft and black hair, a fellow of higher means despite daughter's misnaming someday Jasmine would have his way.
He was so insistent, demanding to have what this kitten pleased of any in store, including the food of half rotweiler/half shepherd someday Jasmine would have his way.
Have company come by, longing for that private time enjoying the couch, singly shared, now clawing lap someday Jasmine would have his way.
Have company walk by hide-a-bed, wrapped with cover thick with woven pattern of coloured design laced by swiping claw someday Jasmine would have his way.
Have young daughter happy to gain joy with her friend, and offer all the more pleasure with thick graham'd suprise treat swiped someday Jasmine would have his way.
Have the cat so bratty he became bathroom locked, waylaying counter-held shelf slid out to block the door, opened by prying knife someday Jasmine would have his way.
Have that Seventh-Day couple come by again, unfailing words arrive knocking this moment, opening front door holding same knife to never return Jasmine did have his way.
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