But mistress! The bin is intriguing I'm sorry for all my trouble and the doors can be oh so deceiving when they shut I take tumbles but I go on believing you'll love me double when I make my way back inside
Cat must you always come in in and out around and about then put your cold paws on my skin? I have always let you win with your nosy little snout then with a clout you tip over the cups in that bin!
I don't know what's real anymore The open margins leave me slightly agoraphobic I think it's okay for me to not care I have a lot of moods I don't know anyone who understands completely these abilities will surely cause the loneliness to **** me I'm afraid I need to get it together trust believe confidence love.