I always wanted a cat. Maybe just to be a cat. In high school my friend and her boyfriend meowed at each other and I always thought it was weird, but now I do it with mine sometimes. We talk about how nice it would be to be cats. How convenient it would be to be able to carry each other around in pockets or bags so that we’d always be with each other.
She was not small, like you would think. She was not dainty, not really. She could take a hit, and give one out, if the need arose–which, of course, was actually very often. It was my favorite part of her. I think it was because it reminded me of…well, me.
Cats.
The world loves cats.
Why?!
Sometimes it’s annoying; it feels like everyone’s the same.
I guess only when you have a cat you would know. Still, many people talk about how much they hate their cats, or they’ve always got scratches on their hands and stuff.
Now I sound like a crazy cat lady.
I love my cats Cheese and Mac. It’s amazing that I actually have my own cats. I’ve always wanted a cat but I never thought that my allergies would tolerate me living with a cat (or two). Whenever I see a cat on the street I always want to pet it but I never have had my own pet. My grandparents had many, many, many cats so I grew up surrounded by them. Still, it’s different having your own. Mac and Cheese are still kittens only two months old but I’m already very attached to them. It surprised me how quickly they bonded with me. Most of my grandparent’s cats were older and we only had kittens when I was very young. And I never had the responsibility to take care of them. All I did was play with them. `I love it though. And I love them.
“I love you,” I try to say.
“Why can’t you understand that,” I think.
It seems that everytime I talk the only thing you hear is a different language.
I am telling you something straight from my heart and soul.
But you only hear an unintelligible meow.
It was the sound of an alley cats’ meow that roused me from sleep, the high-pitched cry cutting through my subconscious and dragging me into waking with neither consent nor hesitation. I sat up slowly, groaning as my aching muscles voiced their protest, and blinked as the morning light reflected back at me via the mirror-like surface of a nearby puddle.
I went to the bar, knowing it was a popular cougar hangout, but not knowing just how hungry and crazy those cats could be. I expected a little clawing, actually was hoping for a couple scratch marks, battle wounds I could maybe tell the kids about, but I was mauled as soon as I walked in the door.
This isn’t a metaphor. I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to let giant carnivorous cats into the liquor.
Shame on you.
“Meow?” Cassidy repeated. “Like what, she’s trying to say that she’s purrlicious? Honestly, that girl makes me wonder.”
“You and me both,” I muttered. “Just ignore her. In fact, ignore all of them, the sooner we’re out of the mess, the happier I’ll be.”
“Hey, chill boss. It’s not your fault she came streaking through here.”
I grimaced. “Sure. Right. It’s not that I mind, I just would have preferred that she didn’t do it while in the bare, wearing a tail and a pair of faux cat ears!”
In some ways, it was an ordinary cat. One head, one tail, four limbs, each with five claws on five paws, one nose, one mouth full of fangs, two eyes, an assortment of whiskers. Its eyes were green. Its fur was white, brown, black, in a calico pattern. A completely ordinary cat.
In every important way, though, it wasn’t a cat at all.
Cats are odd. It’s an observation I’ve made since I moved in with my first girlfriend, Aimee. We got a kitten together, and one of the most interesting things about living with the two of them together was most suprisingly the kitten. It leapt through the air like it had invisible wings, crawled under the couch like it was fearless of monsters, and whispered soft meows into the night like they were powerful roars.
she whispered softly,
like a cat’s meow.
delicate and breakable,
she was the only girl I knew
who could curl up beside me
and fill my crevices perfectly.
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
The cat stared at her with slitted eyes, boring a whole into her soul. She shivered and turned away from it, as if that would help. A loud meow was the only warning she had before it pounced at her unaware body. She screamed and fled, terrified of the devil cat.
“Meow.” The grandmother cried quietly, still rocking back and forth in her rocking chair. The yarn stretched everywhere, but there wasn’t a friend in sight to play with it.
“What was that?” she asked, curiously. Impatient, Miss Kitty huffed a little and rolled her eyes. With a tone implying “Please listen” she repeated herself: meow.
Cats.
Cats everywhere. Cats falling from the open covers of ventilation shafts.
Cats tumbling about within the confines of a popcorn popper.
Cats in the garden.
Cats.
Cats.
This is precisely why I am a dog person.
Says the kitty. I have a cat. She actually just attacked my face because she doesn’t like being held. She didn’t mean to hurt me but now I have a long scratch between my nose and my mouth. And then she went right to meowing for food, not realizing what she had done. Cats are self-centered. Yet we still love them.
one time she had a cat when she was 7 and she found it nearly starved to death at a chinese reaturant, her family let her yake it home and she loves it and it loved her. the cat got pregannt only a few months after it had been in her pocession and when the cat gave birth it seems as if something snapped inaides it the cat now hissed and scratched and abandaned her own kittens and
she thinks maybe aomething snapped inside herself and thats why she left him
I’m a cat, a lonely cat, I call for my master but I only make disasters. Meow, meow, meow. So sad, so sad, like a cat. that’s what I am.
I don’t think this is working, all I’m doing is fussing and lurking, maybe I should call it quits, give a few more kicks.
Meow.
cats make some interesting sounds, and people usually think they are really cute. i have been scratched by a kitten before, so i am not a big fan of cats.
hi my name is andrew ,
today is a nice day
and i have a great mood
i wish everyone around me can be better
i want to make a lot of money to help others
hahahahaha
i believe the power of secret
and if i can choose one time i would like to be a man next life too
because male can always protect females
my dream is to create my own bussiness and help a lot of people as a social carer
Ah the sound of a happy cat. Happiness. So simple yet so complex. What makes it complex? Words. Words complicate happiness. Cat’s just meow. We have to say how we feel. Why can’t it be that simple?
I always wanted a cat. Maybe just to be a cat. In high school my friend and her boyfriend meowed at each other and I always thought it was weird, but now I do it with mine sometimes. We talk about how nice it would be to be cats. How convenient it would be to be able to carry each other around in pockets or bags so that we’d always be with each other.
She was not small, like you would think. She was not dainty, not really. She could take a hit, and give one out, if the need arose–which, of course, was actually very often. It was my favorite part of her. I think it was because it reminded me of…well, me.
I didn’t contemplate on these things often
Cats.
The world loves cats.
Why?!
Sometimes it’s annoying; it feels like everyone’s the same.
I guess only when you have a cat you would know. Still, many people talk about how much they hate their cats, or they’ve always got scratches on their hands and stuff.
Now I sound like a crazy cat lady.
I love my cats Cheese and Mac. It’s amazing that I actually have my own cats. I’ve always wanted a cat but I never thought that my allergies would tolerate me living with a cat (or two). Whenever I see a cat on the street I always want to pet it but I never have had my own pet. My grandparents had many, many, many cats so I grew up surrounded by them. Still, it’s different having your own. Mac and Cheese are still kittens only two months old but I’m already very attached to them. It surprised me how quickly they bonded with me. Most of my grandparent’s cats were older and we only had kittens when I was very young. And I never had the responsibility to take care of them. All I did was play with them. `I love it though. And I love them.
“I love you,” I try to say.
“Why can’t you understand that,” I think.
It seems that everytime I talk the only thing you hear is a different language.
I am telling you something straight from my heart and soul.
But you only hear an unintelligible meow.
It was the sound of an alley cats’ meow that roused me from sleep, the high-pitched cry cutting through my subconscious and dragging me into waking with neither consent nor hesitation. I sat up slowly, groaning as my aching muscles voiced their protest, and blinked as the morning light reflected back at me via the mirror-like surface of a nearby puddle.
I went to the bar, knowing it was a popular cougar hangout, but not knowing just how hungry and crazy those cats could be. I expected a little clawing, actually was hoping for a couple scratch marks, battle wounds I could maybe tell the kids about, but I was mauled as soon as I walked in the door.
This isn’t a metaphor. I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to let giant carnivorous cats into the liquor.
Shame on you.
“Meow?” Cassidy repeated. “Like what, she’s trying to say that she’s purrlicious? Honestly, that girl makes me wonder.”
“You and me both,” I muttered. “Just ignore her. In fact, ignore all of them, the sooner we’re out of the mess, the happier I’ll be.”
“Hey, chill boss. It’s not your fault she came streaking through here.”
I grimaced. “Sure. Right. It’s not that I mind, I just would have preferred that she didn’t do it while in the bare, wearing a tail and a pair of faux cat ears!”
Cassidy sniggered. “Meow?”
I think we’ve all tried to sound like a cat when we were a kid. But to meow? How?
I stared at the thing that had meowed at me.
In some ways, it was an ordinary cat. One head, one tail, four limbs, each with five claws on five paws, one nose, one mouth full of fangs, two eyes, an assortment of whiskers. Its eyes were green. Its fur was white, brown, black, in a calico pattern. A completely ordinary cat.
In every important way, though, it wasn’t a cat at all.
Cats are odd. It’s an observation I’ve made since I moved in with my first girlfriend, Aimee. We got a kitten together, and one of the most interesting things about living with the two of them together was most suprisingly the kitten. It leapt through the air like it had invisible wings, crawled under the couch like it was fearless of monsters, and whispered soft meows into the night like they were powerful roars.
she whispered softly,
like a cat’s meow.
delicate and breakable,
she was the only girl I knew
who could curl up beside me
and fill my crevices perfectly.
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
I hate cats. They stink. They’re creepy. They meow. And they make me itch… They’re beautiful animals but just not for me…. However there is a “majesty” about them sometimes that makes me wish I had that kind of agility or grace….
The cat stared at her with slitted eyes, boring a whole into her soul. She shivered and turned away from it, as if that would help. A loud meow was the only warning she had before it pounced at her unaware body. She screamed and fled, terrified of the devil cat.
For some reason I’m reminded of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s show Cats. It’s kind of ridiculous and over the top, but I do like “Memory.”
“Meow.” The grandmother cried quietly, still rocking back and forth in her rocking chair. The yarn stretched everywhere, but there wasn’t a friend in sight to play with it.
“What was that?” she asked, curiously. Impatient, Miss Kitty huffed a little and rolled her eyes. With a tone implying “Please listen” she repeated herself: meow.
Cats.
Cats everywhere. Cats falling from the open covers of ventilation shafts.
Cats tumbling about within the confines of a popcorn popper.
Cats in the garden.
Cats.
Cats.
This is precisely why I am a dog person.
I covered my head with my pillow.If that cat didn’t shut up I was going to feed it to the fish.
“Meow,” whined the wet cat.
Says the kitty. I have a cat. She actually just attacked my face because she doesn’t like being held. She didn’t mean to hurt me but now I have a long scratch between my nose and my mouth. And then she went right to meowing for food, not realizing what she had done. Cats are self-centered. Yet we still love them.
one time she had a cat when she was 7 and she found it nearly starved to death at a chinese reaturant, her family let her yake it home and she loves it and it loved her. the cat got pregannt only a few months after it had been in her pocession and when the cat gave birth it seems as if something snapped inaides it the cat now hissed and scratched and abandaned her own kittens and
she thinks maybe aomething snapped inside herself and thats why she left him
Hello,I’m Lucil.I Life in Taiwan.
oh ya
I’m a cat, a lonely cat, I call for my master but I only make disasters. Meow, meow, meow. So sad, so sad, like a cat. that’s what I am.
I don’t think this is working, all I’m doing is fussing and lurking, maybe I should call it quits, give a few more kicks.
Meow.
Hello,everyone.
I am Joe.
I want to be an engineer.
Hello,everyone.
I am Joe.
I want to be an engineer.
cats make some interesting sounds, and people usually think they are really cute. i have been scratched by a kitten before, so i am not a big fan of cats.
Hello! My name is Tim , i study communication engineer.
hi my name is andrew ,
today is a nice day
and i have a great mood
i wish everyone around me can be better
i want to make a lot of money to help others
hahahahaha
i believe the power of secret
and if i can choose one time i would like to be a man next life too
because male can always protect females
my dream is to create my own bussiness and help a lot of people as a social carer
meow meow meow meow meow
meow meow meow meow meow
meow meow meow meow meow
meow meow meow meow meow
It is a cat.
Ah the sound of a happy cat. Happiness. So simple yet so complex. What makes it complex? Words. Words complicate happiness. Cat’s just meow. We have to say how we feel. Why can’t it be that simple?
hi!!
they have the preservation in closing ceremony , are you excited ?
meow
Meow is not me.
Hello every one, today is a nice day, isn’t it?