She could say it if she wanted to but the words would carry no weight behind them like a cat shaking the paw with you and not understanding the real meaning behind the gesture so was her every “I love you.” Enough to make an old boy cry but he preferred suicide Needless to say her response was “Meh.”
cat shaking the paw
Daydreaming as a profession 
This post is great! Keep up the good work!
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Ouch!
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Yep, cats might sometimes claw you when shaking the paw 🙂
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Oof. I feel that one. You’re a phenomenal story teller sir
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(๑>◡<๑) Why, thank you very much 🙂
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You never cease to please my friend. Love this 👍🖤
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(๑>ω<๑) Aw, thank you! Much appreciated 🙂
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You’re most welcome 🖤 🖤
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Damn! Great writing 👏💜
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｡◕‿◕｡ Thank you!
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I really like this, you do wonderful work. =)
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( ｡◕‿◕｡) Thank you, Sheri. Much appreciated 🙂
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THAT BLACK CAT SHE INVADED HIS DREAMS (a mostly true story) …
She laid by his bared feet / at the foot of his bed / though in his dream they’d meet / which they did in his head. // For this sleek black feline / she’d been in there before / such she’d never decline / as that cat he’d adore. // A myth it couldn’t be / that her claws touched his toes / as the dreaming did he / was about that she knows. // The dream she boldly caught / that night she did invade / was the dream she had sought / the dream she’d long delayed. // Within she placed her claws / upon his sleep-bound feet / all performed with no flaws / then and there they did meet. // Though not feeling abused / by prickling on his toes / he still looked down confused / at each of five toes, two rows. // Naught of her did he find / in his dream created / though back to wakened mind / he saw her and stated // ‘Mimi, it’s you—you rascal!’ / yet he still adored her / while finding comical / her response a smooth ‘murr’. // From the thick mattress down / she landed without woes / as he said ‘You little clown— / you leave alone my toes.’ // Thought she, ‘Again we’ll meet / as you dream fast asleep / when the toes on your feet / from my paws you can’t keep.’
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I would still love a cat
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(･◡･)ﾉ Me too
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
ANOTHER LACK OF UNDERSTANDING ABOUT LOVE….
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Yep, they’re extra common these days…
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