Letters they'll never read
"Apologies, anger, declarations of love, things you want to say to people, but can't or didn't get the chance to." Suggestion via reducedfatLOLcat.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 13:56)
"Apologies, anger, declarations of love, things you want to say to people, but can't or didn't get the chance to." Suggestion via reducedfatLOLcat.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 13:56)
« Go Back
Dear Kittens,
Who's a little kittenses? It's you! Yes you are!
Yours,
apeloverage.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 23:20, 10 replies)
Who's a little kittenses? It's you! Yes you are!
Yours,
apeloverage.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 23:20, 10 replies)
Why do they have to grow up
Kittens are just so damn beautiful. I miss ours, even though they grew up to be monsters in other peoples houses.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 23:50, closed)
Kittens are just so damn beautiful. I miss ours, even though they grew up to be monsters in other peoples houses.
( , Thu 4 Mar 2010, 23:50, closed)
Dear kitten
You poop in my shoes and scratch the furniture.
Wake me at stupid o clock either by chewing my feet or patting my face with ever increasing force the more I try to ignore you.
Wind your snaky little body round my feet and trip me up.
Do the wall of death round my bedroom at 3am, usually ending up either tangled in the curtains or pulling them down.
Knock expensive items over.
Seem to think its ok to sit and watch me intently when I'm on the loo but get all affronted and turn your back if I do the same to you.
Vanish for hours and when I'm at the point of pulling up the floorboards in panic , stroll past with a nonchalant yawn and a pointed look at the empty food bowl.
But then you settle down onto my lap, gazing up with sleepy eyes, proddling contentedly and purring louder than something that small should be able to do.
I love you, you annoying stupid little ball of fluff and claws
Sadly my little fuzzball passed away aged 22
And I'm not ashamed to say I still cry that i wasnt there
( , Fri 5 Mar 2010, 0:20, closed)
You poop in my shoes and scratch the furniture.
Wake me at stupid o clock either by chewing my feet or patting my face with ever increasing force the more I try to ignore you.
Wind your snaky little body round my feet and trip me up.
Do the wall of death round my bedroom at 3am, usually ending up either tangled in the curtains or pulling them down.
Knock expensive items over.
Seem to think its ok to sit and watch me intently when I'm on the loo but get all affronted and turn your back if I do the same to you.
Vanish for hours and when I'm at the point of pulling up the floorboards in panic , stroll past with a nonchalant yawn and a pointed look at the empty food bowl.
But then you settle down onto my lap, gazing up with sleepy eyes, proddling contentedly and purring louder than something that small should be able to do.
I love you, you annoying stupid little ball of fluff and claws
Sadly my little fuzzball passed away aged 22
And I'm not ashamed to say I still cry that i wasnt there
( , Fri 5 Mar 2010, 0:20, closed)
this is just so much win its winner than a winnar.
Clickety clickety click for you!
( , Fri 5 Mar 2010, 9:18, closed)
Clickety clickety click for you!
( , Fri 5 Mar 2010, 9:18, closed)
And also
Thank you to you ,if this was a reply to mine
and if not, have a wave and smile anyway :)
( , Fri 5 Mar 2010, 16:53, closed)
Thank you to you ,if this was a reply to mine
and if not, have a wave and smile anyway :)
( , Fri 5 Mar 2010, 16:53, closed)
Dear Joey.
I opened the large cardboard box under the tree when I was two.
I buried you under that massive plum tree at the back of the garden when I was twenty.
I still forget you're gone sometimes and get all sad each time I remember.
( , Sat 6 Mar 2010, 22:30, closed)
I opened the large cardboard box under the tree when I was two.
I buried you under that massive plum tree at the back of the garden when I was twenty.
I still forget you're gone sometimes and get all sad each time I remember.
( , Sat 6 Mar 2010, 22:30, closed)
« Go Back