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Your cat ears tell a story, Your tail tells who you are; And though you're down, remember That you are my rising star. Of you I sing, while day-bells ring And skylarks in the sky Come circling round you, to astound you While the kittens sigh. And, ** My special kitten, I profoundly adore Your every feline charm, dear And cherish you the more. Your cat ears tell a story, Your tail tells who you are; And though you're down, remember That you are my rising star.
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 8:24 AM UTC
Your Cat Ears Tell A Story
The summer wind The golden year Your loveliness Dispelled my fear Your gentle charms enchant me, dear In happiness I shed a tear Dear KittyNoir, do I adore Please keep me warm, this I implore Dear KittyNoir, hope lies in store Come live with me forevermore! The little clouds The summer sky Your sweet embrace Draws me so nigh While seeing you, I let a sigh I felt so lucky I could die. Dear KittyNoir, do I adore Please keep me warm, this I implore Dear KittyNoir, hope lies in store Come live with me forevermore! So, kitten-girl Climb down the tree Don't hesitate To leap to me Don't be afraid to live your dream, And be the best that you can be. Dear KittyNoir, do I adore Please keep me warm, this I implore Dear KittyNoir, hope lies in store Come live with me forevermore!
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Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
The Summer Wind (To KittyNoir)
Whereforth art the kittens, Isibella, Isibella? Why doth they long for the spring? Nearer, o, nearer, mine heart holdeth thee dearer As long as the first scent of spring draws me nearer To thee, to thee. O stretch thou thy paws high, and sing, sing, so stretch thou thy paws high and sing.
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
Whereforth art the Kittens, Isibella, Isibella?
Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr? Ye, champagne and roses, A bag full of poses, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr! Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr? From London to Denver, you're glowing my ember, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr! Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr? I know that you're fluffy, You're cute and you're puffy Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr! Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr? The sun is a-shining, The silver a-lining, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr! Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,   Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr? The moon is a-gleaming For you I’m now dreaming, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr! Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl,   Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr? So, come ye, and take me For you will not fake me, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr! Oh, ye little kitty-girl, kitty-girl, kitty-girl, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, why do ye purr? I love you, my kitten, So put on your mitten, Oh, ye little kitty-girl, that's why you purr!
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Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:07 AM UTC
Oh, you little kitty-girl!
Strange as it seems, November schemes, For Isi bears the moonlight gleam. For as I saw This fluffy awe Ricardo, memes, on me bestow! She melts my heart, This kitten-tart Propels me from the very start! Yet, fill my soul! And make me whole Till I have reached the final goal. You moonshine light, That fills the night, With lunar gleam and kitten blight. And dear sweet cat, I'll tell you that, I'm fond of you, from sole to hat. Of ears and tail, I shall not fail To feel your floof beyond the pale. And they shall love This morning dove That's you, who's sent from up above. Ah! Isi dear, You make me steer Towards your sight, your kitten-gear. This kitten-gear! So sweet and sheer Shibari-knots dispel my fear. Shibari-knots And dazzling Goths Victorian air, I breath a lot! Sing high, my soul, From pole to pole, That you, my cat-girl, make me whole!
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Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
On Isibella de Karnstein, without putting on her makeup.