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Lesoulist Feb 2015
i miss..
his cute sleep poses..
coming in and out of the window..
the way he meows whenever he asks for food..
sneaking and sleeping inside my brothers bedroom..
his fluffy stretched belly..
how he interlaced my feet on the way to kitchen..
welcome meows when i got home..
carrying him like a babe thou he’s too heavy..
overdosing him with cat food..
our exchange meow languages..
the way he smells like cockroach like most of the time..
but i still kissed him..
bites & scratches..
how he loves the way i scratch and massage his body..
lie down everywhere, end up cleaning the floor coz..
he’s like a thick rag and a mop at the same time..

hope he’ll be home soon..
or i’ll overdose him with cat food and he’ll die of my kisses..
hope our neighbors didn’t have the intentions ..
to cook him coz we’ll have him for dinner
as soon as he got home (joking).. ^^
i miss you cat, you made me cry ..-
__-..
please come home :’


p.s. lea is waiting for you, she’s now skinny thanks to u :<
Jodey Ross Oct 2014
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I love cats
Clindballe Aug 2014
Even when I am
Six feet under
The ground
I'll still be
thinking
About
Cats
Their
Lovely
Personalities
Their fluffiness
Purrs and meows
I have a weakness for cats.
Written: August 27. - 2014
Their whiskers were transparent
Funny how I cut some
Fluffy their furs are
Oh those sleeping li'l ones.

Heat strokes each other
Not the negative one
Enduring the cold day
Pleading the sun to strike.

Eyes are stones
Luxuric, melted with every grip
Oh the cold breeze
Washin' their fears away
Mama would come darlings,
Stay put and let not the bugs bite.
In morning light so radiant
As spears cast from the Sun
As glimmering shafts of daybreak fall
The blanket fog of cool of night
Is pierced and soon is gone

May my love to you be Sun
And my words be to you light
And may they pierce your shadow shroud
And bring your soul to life
Alexis Apr 2014
It makes me feel
Lightheaded and fluffy
And makes my cheeks
Turn bright red
To think of my hand
In yours.

It's such a unique gesture,
Holding hands.
So intimate
Yet innocent.

Our hands will fit perfectly
Our fingers interlocked
Like the right pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

My heart will beat faster
Your cheeks will turn redder
And we will feel so much closer
To each other.

Your grasp will be so tight
It'll be impossible to let go.
Just like having the world
On my fingertips,
Literally.
Surely I deserve to dream such fluffy cute things every once in a while?

— The End —