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there is no scent of pellets on my chin. |
she rewards him for bathing with a warm cooing nuzzle. i bathe every day. does she not see the lustrous fur? its smooth nap? |
the ankle (front, right) twisted yesterday by carpet ghosts is dirtydirtydirty i cannot get it clean enough no matter how much i lick |
i am home following my she and i do not let her out of sight. |
i have a she |
i am fuzzybuddy foozlyfoo fuzzbucket tubbytubs i am middliwinks i am midimidimidimidimidi |
under this furniture i am goodmidicalmmidisafemidi |
he is the only one keeping calm while she twitches? do i not quiet myself at her typing? |
i lay on printout after printout. i give my scent to them, these pages always coming. i receive no special blankets in return. |
@rpdougherty i heard w my magic monster ears what you said, grasshopper. |
i do believe i just watched her share a *cannoli* with the other cat. |
when is this bitch gonna stop thinking and start petting? |
he fills the bowls, but she washes them. water tastes like water. |
the one with the half-closed eyes and the limp ears. |
i think she sings because hes gone. and i like the singing, and im not even afraid to let her know. i give her the no blink love stare. |
also, if that skinny bitch from the space-beyond-the-big-door-in-front shows up again, im going to growl. she will hear my brain grinding. |
and when the crashes and the skywater happened last night, we watched it together. and i sat on the dresser. |
hes gone. she seems sad, like she doesnt remember herself. but the bed is bigger and the air is still, without electricity i dont miss. |
when her foot rests on his belly and he wraps his legs around it and turns himself into a dirty, furry shoe i hate them both. |
turkey on paper is a reason to live. |