Showing posts with label kitty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kitty. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Sporadic?

I post fairly often.

Kitten scratches on me. I'm confused; the sooner I can find the truth the sooner I can find a remedy.

Nothing can be healed forever.

Everything eventually is lost to this world. But nothing truly dies.

I'm confused. Maybe I should just talk to her. It won't be easy, but it seems to be the right thing to do.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

It was just the reflection of the door

The Lion is off to new activities. The poor House Cat, all her life so sad...

she deserves her praises, does she not? The Lion most definitely knows how lovely she is.

Kitty, Kitty, Kitty. These feelings...

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Everything's... okay

The Tiger and his "friend" are cute together; they are.

I can't talk to Kitty much.

House Cat was nice today.

Monday, January 3, 2011

I'm sorry

I'm sorry if I hurt you. I hope I didn't, but I worry. I'll have my chance tomorrow won't I? ;_;

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Nothing to update...?

The Lion invites me for the New Year. Sadly House Cat and Kitty will be absent. Kitty...

maybe this will unearth something to report on... that's what a blog is for, right?

EDIT: House Cat and Kitty

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Slow days

Some kitty cat fun, a panther who flickers speaking politics and paint.

Perhaps in the new year I'll be able to write more.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Visited my House Cat.

I had such a great time. Got to see my Kitten there, which made me very glad.

That annoying Lion couldn't come. Too bad, the House Cat loves him, as do I. That Lion has done things to make me feel very bad, but still I would do as he wishes. A Princess is happy to serve their people.

The matter of the Catfish came up. He loves the Tiger like I love the lion. I love him like a brother; I feel that he is. The poor Catfish, lost just like I am. But I was thrown out to be eaten by the dogs, rather than kept in safe. I learned to fend for myself and find a litter, instead of being taken in and then thrown out again, at the call of his master Tiger.

At the call of the Lion, I can be good. I can be enjoyed.

The Tiger gives no command. He lets the Catfish run free and the catfish suffers as a result.

If the Lion were there, we couldn't have expressed any pity; but he was absent, so we did. Even the House Cat doesn't hate him, although he did once strike too deep.

Time heals all wounds Catfish; I suppose you need more of it than I do.