When gun she gun yellat
Where she gunna yellat youall timely timeoff in with it
Whenallshe gun you at mrr mrr peow pee pee hiss
When where how which why whose again?
How it resolves
How the coat pattern is formed
And touchey mama pants
And touchey cowled Mr. England face
All legs
Err, feet
She all knows to visit
Where punk-ass?
Where gun do rice rice in the sibil civil, eh?
Where she gun roar and stare at sun in plane on plane, rather
Where she gun be free
Of pedigree?
I realized over the past two days (and finished realizing tonight (I love that; realizations can take time?! SO COOL! =D)) that the family cat (pet), she doesn’t think of me with as much affection as the other family members, specifically my brother and mother. I’m just not as big a person in her life, and for some reason I find this so cool. It might be because (but most certainly is not entirely due to the fact that) it releases me from trying to earn her affection all the time. She just doesn’t want me! It’s so simple! God I love this so much (and I don’t know why). Hahahaha. This is great.
Cheers.
varjak
brush
on me
on my back of fur
on my naked belly
making me purr
making me paw
making me mrr and stretch on my blanket
My pet cat is just a collection of actions
