Whiskers of a cat? I have always been really scared of cats. My cousins have one and I am petrified of it. It is orange and his name is ginger. I stepped on its tail once and it snapped at me, ever since then i never went near him. Although little kittens can be cute at times, I do not particularly enjoy cats.
man in hat top hat old men in coats cold outside snow. cats on the street pawing for food pressing their soft heads agianst my leg. men smoking in hot rooms.
Katzen würden Whisky kaufen. Oder? Heißt whiskers nicht irgendsowas wie Backenbart? Männer mit Backenbart waren mir immer unsympatisch. Die wollen was besonderes sein. Die kommen mir näher als ich will.
I am honestly in complete shock that out of all of the words in the dictionary, this is the word that had to come up.
I don’t know where to begin, I don’t want to get into details.
What else is there for me to say besides:
best. cat. ever.
Ever. In the whole entire universe.
Chubby and grumpy and tabbied which of course mean that she had thumbs!
Real, live, not very aposable, thumbs!
And they were adorable and she was adorable and I miss her more and more everyday.
Whiskers remind me of cats. Or sealions. They also remind me of Max. Max has some fine white whiskers that are hard to see. But you can feel them and tickle him with them.
Whiskers twitch on the little kitten. Sleeping soundly amid the hay. So cute and cuddly, warms my heart. If I could ever have been that innocent, maybe today I would be happier, maybe I would be kinder.
The man had really long and pure white whiskers all along his pretty much hairy face. He tried plucking them but they always grew back. And every day he would pluck one or two and the next day they’d grow back. He did the same ritual every day, and he thought he’d do so until the day he died. He loved plucking and tweezing the hairs off it was exhilarating to him.
The tiger rubbed against Kouzai’s legs. It wanted to be pet. Kouzai sighed and petted it sadly. Kouzai had gotten into a fight with Kingu so he wasn’t in the mood to hang out with a tiger.
Those whiskers tickled my face, and I couldn’t help but smile. Misa has been my only friend since I was a child, and it made me happy that despite her old age, she was still going strong. Life without her would be meaningless.
Whiskers of a cat? I have always been really scared of cats. My cousins have one and I am petrified of it. It is orange and his name is ginger. I stepped on its tail once and it snapped at me, ever since then i never went near him. Although little kittens can be cute at times, I do not particularly enjoy cats.
his whiskers tickled my face as he planted a sweet kiss upon my cheek. This is perfection.
hi this is dumb who is this. i hate this, i dont understand.lololol oh time’s up… what was the work again? wait still some
man in hat top hat old men in coats cold outside snow. cats on the street pawing for food pressing their soft heads agianst my leg. men smoking in hot rooms.
Katzen würden Whisky kaufen. Oder? Heißt whiskers nicht irgendsowas wie Backenbart? Männer mit Backenbart waren mir immer unsympatisch. Die wollen was besonderes sein. Die kommen mir näher als ich will.
I am honestly in complete shock that out of all of the words in the dictionary, this is the word that had to come up.
I don’t know where to begin, I don’t want to get into details.
What else is there for me to say besides:
best. cat. ever.
Ever. In the whole entire universe.
Chubby and grumpy and tabbied which of course mean that she had thumbs!
Real, live, not very aposable, thumbs!
And they were adorable and she was adorable and I miss her more and more everyday.
i like cats but not when they pee in my bathroom. the man had whiskers the size of the moon. they twitched like his cat’s ears.
Whiskers on the kitty glowed with the power of the radiation. The radiation from the light of Schuh. The light that poisoned the pudding.
my father has such an amazing whiskers. Captain Haddock is nothing compared with him. Why? My father whiskers are red.
Whiskers remind me of cats. Or sealions. They also remind me of Max. Max has some fine white whiskers that are hard to see. But you can feel them and tickle him with them.
Whiskers twitch on the little kitten. Sleeping soundly amid the hay. So cute and cuddly, warms my heart. If I could ever have been that innocent, maybe today I would be happier, maybe I would be kinder.
The man had really long and pure white whiskers all along his pretty much hairy face. He tried plucking them but they always grew back. And every day he would pluck one or two and the next day they’d grow back. He did the same ritual every day, and he thought he’d do so until the day he died. He loved plucking and tweezing the hairs off it was exhilarating to him.
The tiger rubbed against Kouzai’s legs. It wanted to be pet. Kouzai sighed and petted it sadly. Kouzai had gotten into a fight with Kingu so he wasn’t in the mood to hang out with a tiger.
one word for ‘first death anniversary’
Those whiskers tickled my face, and I couldn’t help but smile. Misa has been my only friend since I was a child, and it made me happy that despite her old age, she was still going strong. Life without her would be meaningless.