Whiskers brushing against me in the darkness, their thin lines carresing my face. I woke with a start; images of a recent nightmare rushing to the forefront of my mind. Reality took hold, my bedroom forming around me slowly, progressively. It was almost impossible to see, yet alone understand. The whiskers again. A stange thought crossed my mind;
shabby had the most ridiculous whiskers one could see on a cat. they were loopy, like they were curled with the end of a pair of scissors, like your mother would do when making a bow for a gift. she purred like an old beat down lawnmower, too.
Whiskers on an old woman tell you all you need to know sometimes about what goes on when you get older. Can she even tell she has whiskers? Does she even care? I wonder if she’d shave ’em off if she knew? What does her children think? Would they ever say, Mom, here’s shaving cream and a razor, it’s time!
can’t you tell i like a guy with whiskers. i like my cats whiskers too. what are the purpose of whiskers? to sense how wide your body is and see if you can fit in small space?
he wiggled his nose, feeling the whiskers there. Hideyoshi laughed and roman looked up, glad that his life mate liked his new Rabbit form as he morphed smoothly back into a house cat, then into a man to embrace the other man fondly.
It had become a habit for her. For some reason she found it amusing to twirl her cat’s whiskers around and watch her cat give her a look of surprise and annoyance.
Silvery whiskers tickle me awake in the morning. I open my eyes. My cat puts her dainty paw on my nose and stares at me while my eyes struggle to take in the sunlight streaming through the window.
cats are saying meow. they are not as cute as dogs but they have whiskers too. catfish have whiskers. whiskers are for knowing where animals are you cant cut them off. if people have whiskers its gross.
It was soft, a slight movement, a tickling feeling. Almost like the soft whiskers of a cat. And it touched a place so darkened by time that I barely acknowledged it’s existance anymore. And I loved you, and I still love you, but I realized what I needed from you all this time was just that little touch.
Whiskers reminds me of Beatrix Potter’s stories, which were a staple of my childhood. The tale of Samuel Whiskers was a favorite, and my sister and I would run around quoting it when we were very small. We confused a lot of the kids in our ballet classes, I think. Yay nostalgic memories.
the whiskers on a cat’s face are very sensitive, they are used as the cats way to see if they can squeeze their bodies into whatever hole or gap they need to go through. Cats whiskers are completely awesome!
Her whiskers tickled his nose, but that didn’t make up for the fact that her meowing was giving him stress. He wanted to kill her, literally, because he didn’t value her life. She was only a cat, he told himself, only a cat who didn’t deserve to live. He knew that he wouldn’t miss her if she died.
whiskers.
when i was a little girl, i cut my cat’s whiskers so they’d be symmetrical.
i’ve always been like that.
i like things neat, simple, in an ordered box.
i wish life could be like a filing cabinet sometimes, but it’s not.
the feeling of these little face sticks against my face, the tickle of them on my cheek… sometimes i think about them and what they make my lips feel like.
The cat sat down, licking its paw. I watched intently, completely and utterly in awe. I wanted one so bad. Its whiskers were long and thin, and they brushed up against my leg with every bob of the cat’s head.
the whiskers tickled. it was dark, all i felt were the gentle whiskers passing by my leg. I giggled. Then I remembered I don’t have a cat. Why did I feel whiskers?
of course the word of the day is whiskers. of course it is! my cat got put to sleep approximately 3 hours, so it would ONLY make sense for the word of the fucking day to be fucking whiskers. awesome. so my thoughts on whiskers? my dogs’ are the only ones i’m going to see for awhile.
The cat sat in the windowsill, cleaning its whiskers with its delicate little paws, cleaning himself of his afternoon snack of canned catfood, tuna, his favorite flavour that his owner presented to him.
Her face was raw all throughout the morning, tinglingly numb by the most romantic anesthetic available, and the deadness of her lippy nerves bespoke her waking soul.
So, whiskers are officially AWESOME! I mean really. Not only do they make cats, bunnies, and other animals look totally badass, but they can be used as a defense mechanism. I mean, if you go after a bad guy with stubble on your face, it’s gonna be pretty painful. So yeah, whiskers.
Harry dragged his whiskers across Draco’s chest, trailing his tongue down in the process. It was scintillating, hot, perfect. True intimacy at its finest.
He kissed a path down his soft abdomen to the waistband of his jeans. He looked up at Draco and beckoned for an answer.
Six little strands of hair spurt out of a tiny pink nonse. Some part of me wants to pull and yank at them, but the whiskers that are attatched to the cute face are soooooo cute.
I could feel his whiskers rub against my skin. they tickled. not in the tee-hee kind of way, but in the, this-isn’t-gonna-be-innocent-for-long kind of way. i loved him so much more like this.
Fine little whiskers skittered over her face as the kitten sniffed over her cheeks and waking her from her sleep. With a giggle, she shook her head, pushing at the little kitty. “Ash, come on! Let me be, little one!”
The way the whiskers of his untrimmed face scratched against her face had been so familiar that sometimes when she slept she could still feel the warmth of his heart beat and the sensation against her cheek. She rolled over, two tears dripping simultaneously onto the barren mattress, and shivered under the blanket. It was almost like she was convulsing. Anger. Rage. In her mind she kept repeating her words of comfort. “I’m stronger than this. I’m better than that.”
Whiskers brushing against me in the darkness, their thin lines carresing my face. I woke with a start; images of a recent nightmare rushing to the forefront of my mind. Reality took hold, my bedroom forming around me slowly, progressively. It was almost impossible to see, yet alone understand. The whiskers again. A stange thought crossed my mind;
I don’t have a pet.
She thinks she’s the bee’s knees, the cat’s whiskers. How she can stand there and say that God only knows. What a woman!
shabby had the most ridiculous whiskers one could see on a cat. they were loopy, like they were curled with the end of a pair of scissors, like your mother would do when making a bow for a gift. she purred like an old beat down lawnmower, too.
Whiskers on an old woman tell you all you need to know sometimes about what goes on when you get older. Can she even tell she has whiskers? Does she even care? I wonder if she’d shave ’em off if she knew? What does her children think? Would they ever say, Mom, here’s shaving cream and a razor, it’s time!
can’t you tell i like a guy with whiskers. i like my cats whiskers too. what are the purpose of whiskers? to sense how wide your body is and see if you can fit in small space?
he wiggled his nose, feeling the whiskers there. Hideyoshi laughed and roman looked up, glad that his life mate liked his new Rabbit form as he morphed smoothly back into a house cat, then into a man to embrace the other man fondly.
Long and furry. It tickles. gives me balance and stability. without it, I fall. hope. peace. stable.
It had become a habit for her. For some reason she found it amusing to twirl her cat’s whiskers around and watch her cat give her a look of surprise and annoyance.
The cat wanted the milk at the bottom of the cup, but when his whiskers hit the sides, he decided he didn’t want it that bad.
Silvery whiskers tickle me awake in the morning. I open my eyes. My cat puts her dainty paw on my nose and stares at me while my eyes struggle to take in the sunlight streaming through the window.
cats are saying meow. they are not as cute as dogs but they have whiskers too. catfish have whiskers. whiskers are for knowing where animals are you cant cut them off. if people have whiskers its gross.
It was soft, a slight movement, a tickling feeling. Almost like the soft whiskers of a cat. And it touched a place so darkened by time that I barely acknowledged it’s existance anymore. And I loved you, and I still love you, but I realized what I needed from you all this time was just that little touch.
My cat has whiskers, he uses his whiskers to measure the distance of a gap or hole in something to see if he can be able to squeeze his body through.
Whiskers reminds me of Beatrix Potter’s stories, which were a staple of my childhood. The tale of Samuel Whiskers was a favorite, and my sister and I would run around quoting it when we were very small. We confused a lot of the kids in our ballet classes, I think. Yay nostalgic memories.
Whiskers are fun. They’re hard to draw on scratchboard if they’re strange colors, like on a cat, but they’re soft and fluffy and tickle.
Just like you.
the whiskers on a cat’s face are very sensitive, they are used as the cats way to see if they can squeeze their bodies into whatever hole or gap they need to go through. Cats whiskers are completely awesome!
Whiskers, the cat food. I wonder what it tastes like?
Whiskers, on a man who hasn’t shaven, I wonder what they feel like?
He wiggles his whisker when I scratch his chin. Even though he’s all gray he still makes me smile.
Tickling whiskers from my loving dogs face , makes my life feel worth living ffor
Her whiskers tickled his nose, but that didn’t make up for the fact that her meowing was giving him stress. He wanted to kill her, literally, because he didn’t value her life. She was only a cat, he told himself, only a cat who didn’t deserve to live. He knew that he wouldn’t miss her if she died.
whiskers.
when i was a little girl, i cut my cat’s whiskers so they’d be symmetrical.
i’ve always been like that.
i like things neat, simple, in an ordered box.
i wish life could be like a filing cabinet sometimes, but it’s not.
the feeling of these little face sticks against my face, the tickle of them on my cheek… sometimes i think about them and what they make my lips feel like.
The cat sat down, licking its paw. I watched intently, completely and utterly in awe. I wanted one so bad. Its whiskers were long and thin, and they brushed up against my leg with every bob of the cat’s head.
the whiskers tickled. it was dark, all i felt were the gentle whiskers passing by my leg. I giggled. Then I remembered I don’t have a cat. Why did I feel whiskers?
of course the word of the day is whiskers. of course it is! my cat got put to sleep approximately 3 hours, so it would ONLY make sense for the word of the fucking day to be fucking whiskers. awesome. so my thoughts on whiskers? my dogs’ are the only ones i’m going to see for awhile.
A cat. The diabeetus guy.
This is what comes to mind when you think about whiskers. What was his name anyway?
The cat sat in the windowsill, cleaning its whiskers with its delicate little paws, cleaning himself of his afternoon snack of canned catfood, tuna, his favorite flavour that his owner presented to him.
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Really?
I just witnessed a cat get hit by a car twenty minutes ago.
I just stopped crying.
Fuck this.
im on the phone with my boyfriend, i see im every day and i love to play with hi little chin wishers. they make me smile <3
Her face was raw all throughout the morning, tinglingly numb by the most romantic anesthetic available, and the deadness of her lippy nerves bespoke her waking soul.
My cat’s whiskers are very long and I love it.
My boyfriend needs to cut his whiskers.
So, whiskers are officially AWESOME! I mean really. Not only do they make cats, bunnies, and other animals look totally badass, but they can be used as a defense mechanism. I mean, if you go after a bad guy with stubble on your face, it’s gonna be pretty painful. So yeah, whiskers.
Harry dragged his whiskers across Draco’s chest, trailing his tongue down in the process. It was scintillating, hot, perfect. True intimacy at its finest.
He kissed a path down his soft abdomen to the waistband of his jeans. He looked up at Draco and beckoned for an answer.
Yes.
Six little strands of hair spurt out of a tiny pink nonse. Some part of me wants to pull and yank at them, but the whiskers that are attatched to the cute face are soooooo cute.
Whiskers on a cat are important
Provide balance and perspective they do
Without them just what would they do?
I could feel his whiskers rub against my skin. they tickled. not in the tee-hee kind of way, but in the, this-isn’t-gonna-be-innocent-for-long kind of way. i loved him so much more like this.
When she extended the lean finger towards his face, the whiskers upon his chin stood on end in anticipation.
Fine little whiskers skittered over her face as the kitten sniffed over her cheeks and waking her from her sleep. With a giggle, she shook her head, pushing at the little kitty. “Ash, come on! Let me be, little one!”
she was a confident girl that grew into a confident woman. old age her cruel undoing. whiskers sprouting from chin to cheek. curling down
The way the whiskers of his untrimmed face scratched against her face had been so familiar that sometimes when she slept she could still feel the warmth of his heart beat and the sensation against her cheek. She rolled over, two tears dripping simultaneously onto the barren mattress, and shivered under the blanket. It was almost like she was convulsing. Anger. Rage. In her mind she kept repeating her words of comfort. “I’m stronger than this. I’m better than that.”