#purr
Pretty Paisley pads around
Her paws so sweet and light
She’ll purr and wind around your legs
Then give you u such a fright!
One moment she’s affectionate and you’re her favourite thing, then suddenly the claws come out and on your arm she’ll cling!
But with her pretty eyes, she invites you back once more....
You never know how far she’ll go....
Attack you or adore?
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC
Around midnight,
When the world is quiet,
I hear a rustling, along with a meow;
It's going to be a long night.
Though I tried to refrain,
I ended up opening the door.
A black blur bounded into my bedroom,
And nearly caused me to fall on the floor.
With a might jump, she landed on my bed,
Making biscuits with her form of hands.
If I were to disturb her, I'd end up dead.
Her eyes dilate, and you can see her pupils grow.
She looks like a sassy tiger on her throne.
I guess there's no point in trying to move this loaf of bread,
Since she weighs a ton and I don't plan to get bitten.
So, begrudgingly, I settle under my blankets,
As a motor purrs at my feet.
She's my idea generator,
And my oxytocin savior.
I guess one night will suffice,
Better that than lose my life.
Tread carefully 'round this loaf of bread,
Lest you wish to wind up dead.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
The tears slide down my cheeks.
It's been a rough few weeks.
I try to rise, to move, to stir;
But all I can do is cry
Into her fur.
Her tail flicks over my arm.
It stings from fresh self harm.
I sob in tandem with her purr
'cause all I can do is cry
Into her fur.
Her rough tongue scratches my nail.
I stifle a broken wail.
My vision's nothing but a blur,
Since all I can do is cry
Into her fur.
I cannot surmount my situation.
I'm fighting a war above my station.
Perhaps someday some change I'll spur.
Till then, I only cry
Into her fur.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC
Kindling a purr...
Stroking the cat's back softly
Contentment ignites.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
Your puttering purr
flutters against my fingers
sharing in comfort.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 10:06 PM UTC
"I will smile, and you wil purrr"
Bba my pet is thinking of me
we are special creation
when one smiles the other purrs
across time and space
smiling purring is the bridge!
I am all smiles
and my precious one purring is
for treats for my tender
touching petting!
~~~~
cutie pie E.T- of old divine
~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
03/2020.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 6:50 PM UTC
I can feel the purr
in his throat
as my fingers pass
across a trusting exposed neck
He lies, Panther like
across my branch leg limb
where we demonstrate
our approximation of love
between two species
Lost in translation sometimes
a little nip to remind me who's boss
We look into each other's eyes
I blink
He blinks
we have our connection.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
Our brother has
claws and teeth.
But never does he look
at us as a feast.
So cuddly and soft he's our
blanket to sleep.
When walking around the lake
he purrs in delight.
For he is our brother from a
distant cousin,
that's what our mother says.
But to us he's our best-est friend.
He purrs in his sleep, we quack when
we have bad dreams.
But together were brothers, no matter
our looks, we are family always.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
There's a soft grass field in which I lay.
I close my eyes and breathe in the atmosphere.
The soft wind makes the grass sound like an ocean.
But, it's a bit too dark, isn't it?
I open my eyes to a splash of colors and patterns.
Brown grounded coffee beans.
Orange burnt from the sun.
Tan insides of a tree trunk.
Black like singed ashes.
And green.
The color of life.
The flowers tickle my cheek.
Stroking my face with a gentle touch.
I feel a raindrop fall on my nose.
I giggle softly.
It's going to rain soon, but I don't want to go.
Everything seems tranquil right now.
I close my eyes again.
A soft sound rings nearby mixing into the sounds of the wind.
It's almost putting me to sleep.
I breathe with the motion of the hum.
I wish I can stay here forever.
The sun is so warm against my face.
I feel nothing but the grass brushing against my skin.
I feel the soft hum enter my lungs and back out my half parted lips.
I want to drink this feeling.
This feeling of comfort, of warmth, of security,
of home.
It's so quiet, I feel loved here.
The sun kisses my forehead.
The flowers strokes my cheek.
The grass caresses my body.
the raindrop touches my nose.
The atmosphere drowns me in serenity.
...
But I must get up before the thunderstorm comes.
I take a deep breath in,
and I open my eyes.
I exhale out,
with a long and deep sigh.
"I'll be back soon for you, my kitty."
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
King of the park is my little paper lion
he struts his stuff like he owns the world
prowls and growls
rubbing and snubbing
while he eats from is little pink bowl
But he is KING!!
king in his own back yard
his eyes amber and black
as he stealthily creeps
beautifully lean
prowling unseen
dangerously mean
ever so fluffy
and oh so virile
so powerful too
leaving his mark
rubbing the bark
so very King!
*'So watch me human,
watch me be magnificent
as i pounce on this butterfly'*
"yes.. you are a magnificient derp nugget"
Oh but he does have a nasty streak
attack and retreat
spitting and clawing
meowing and mawing
as his grey fur stands on end
and bristles
like a bottle brush
and the lazy lion thing
is lazily lounging
after a busy night on the town
spreading his affection
in every direction
he is now king of the chair
king of the cushion
he is declared triumphantly
throughout the land
fanfare please
"THE SOFA KING .. all hail the SOFA KING!"(annoying feline)
oh dear.. my little paper lion..
believing he is king
king of the jungle
'But i am king!
aren't i human?
okay well,
just of the park maybe
but i am a little bit king- ish.... aren't i?'
silly little pouty McWhiskerface
what a pity
fluffy little kitty
just make your self pretty
pouting and sulking
"Now that is no way for a king to behave
now let me fluff your cushion
while you drink your milk and eat your Dreamies"
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Cats **** on your clothes
On purrrrpose
They sound like sports cars
That's why everyone wants a feline
Just not their ancestors
Well, maybe the ballsy ones
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
It begins with just a whisper,
A hint of murmur,
Some quiet tremor
Of warmth.
Growing stronger each moment,
The flutter turns into
A familiar song
Of tenderness.
The sound flows clearly now,
Gushing like waves on
A distant shore
Of silence.
An ethereal orchestra is already
Masterfully performing,
The rhythmic tune
Of affection.
And soon, the unbroken melody
Softly transforms into
The ageless symphony
That is a cat's purr.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
Even when I am
Six feet under
The ground
I'll still be
thinking
About
Cats
Their
Lovely
Personalities
Their fluffiness
Purrs and meows
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC