Yarnia. What a lovely mythical land. A land where yarn lives in abundance and a place where cats wouldn't dare tread. I dream of this lovely world, especially since I live in a world where cats hunt and destroy errant balls of yarn.
What becomes of the hunted balls? I've just strung them up on the Christmas tree. The two cats sat there underneath the glistening evergreen with eyes large and tails flicking. Watching and waiting will be the new game. Lets hope I win!
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