My little warm bundle of fur,
You are all that exists, pure and sure,
You are my life and my death's only cure.
When I was just a small child,
Only the cat’s love was mild.
He always answered my call,
Purring and soothing it all.
Do I have a soul to keep?
It lives inside the cat so deep.
My parents were pieces of ****
But the cat loved me through it,
Never stopping for a bit.
Now I am grown, and look here,
I have my sweet cat so near,
Together we eat and we sleep,
And thank God for this joy that we keep.
I love my cat, only I,
Without him, I’d wither and die.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
My little warm bundle of fur,
You are all that exists, pure and sure,
You are my life and my death's only cure.
When I was just a small child,
Only the cat’s love was mild.
He always answered my call,
Purring and soothing it all.
Do I have a soul to keep?
It lives inside the cat so deep.
My parents were pieces of ****
But the cat loved me through it,
Never stopping for a bit.
Now I am grown, and look here,
I have my sweet cat so near,
Together we eat and we sleep,
And thank God for this joy that we keep.
I love my cat, only I,
Without him, I’d wither and die.
To Pupusovich