my cat and me
Empty house , one cat and me, no body , not even spiritually. my cat meows , hopeing for food in return, tears full my eyes, shall I rot to save my kittys starvation, or shall I let my kitty go Rome free. my hand goes for the door , my cat walks between my legs , as if saying "don't leave mama" and if they understood I'd say " honey I'm not the one leaving"
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