I was just an old lady, I didn't know what to do.
Then my cat passed away, with out a helpful clue.
But then came a spirit to watch over me.
"I think its my cat!"  ... They all called me crazy.
But i knew the real truth, so i constently asked,
"Dear God, won't you please raise all the dead cats?"

There's a direct link
between your time spent writing
and your love for cats.

Three jobs, seven cats,
crooked glasses, and wet hair.
*(I know you want me.)

i love that you know i prefer
fairy lights over candles
and coffee over tea
and cats over dogs
        i love that you know all my details
        as if you made a map of the
        marks on my skin
        and traced them every day

(s.q)

Every morning
Every night
You're always there
I miss you already
Dread the day you won't be here
I'll be heartbroken, grieving
A few kilometres away

You've kept me calm
When my days were dark
A physical reminder everything will be alright
You'll promise me I can find another friend
To unconditionally love me
And always be there

Until then you are the Queen of this realm
Everything  I can give you
To enjoy without a care
Sitting there in bliss
Watching the birds in the sun
To never know hunger, thirst or fear

I will hug you, play with you
As much as I can
I will protect you
Take care of you
Its the least I can do
You're my very best friend
I'll always love you

A friend of mine was attacked by
her homicidal cat.
Apparently,
cats are quite toxic.
They are also really evil,
in a naturally stupid way.
Maybe it's about time we
seriously considered them
parasites.
Practically venomous.
This I guess is half poem,
and half cautionary tale.
Your furry friend is an *******.