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most days, when the sun is high and the sky is clear and the wind is slow, i like to leave my window open for my cats, long-haired and elegant beings as they are. they tend to visit for longer if the window is ajar, allowing sunlight to peek in and wind to sneak its tendrils in, and there is little wonder why that is. their eyes linger on birds the most, and i know that if they had their way they would be velvety hunters like their ancestors were but my parents are birdwatchers (and i am sensitive) so they must be content with simply watching from my screened window, dreaming of the fierce predators they could be, if only.
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Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
little predators
most days, when the sun is high and the sky is clear and the wind is slow, i like to leave my window open for my cats, long-haired and elegant beings as they are. they tend to visit for longer if the window is ajar, allowing sunlight to peek in and wind to sneak its tendrils in, and there is little wonder why that is. their eyes linger on birds the most, and i know that if they had their way they would be velvety hunters like their ancestors were but my parents are birdwatchers (and i am sensitive) so they must be content with simply watching from my screened window, dreaming of the fierce predators they could be, if only.
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21/Gender Questioning/no thank you
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
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