cat splinken almond shaped eyes and a tendency to play with my food. meow. 010618 ... karasu she broke his neck and batted him about disdainfully before she eviscerated and devoured his twitching remains she dragged what was left to her master's doorstep as a gift he swept it aside as soon as she was unaware before the ants could come 010618 ... this word please go to 030402 ... blown cherry Had I been born in what would have been my time, I would have liked to have been a beatnik, or at least hung out with some. 030403 ... nr the one i'm looking after is cute. she's dainty and never sits on you (and doesn't like being picked up), but she'll sit right next to you and nuzzle up, and purr. she always emits a quiet meow whenever she hears me whisper or talk to myself. which apparently is often enough. i kind of just want to hang out with her more than do anything else. 151127 ... raze she was a stray kitten. we found her in the back yard. she hated my stepfather from the start. whenever he would leave milk out for her, he had to wear work gloves so she wouldn't scratch up his hands. she never tried to scratch me. she was all white except for a little brown patch on the top of her head. my mom coached me on what to say when i called my stepfather at work to ask if we could keep her. it worked. he said yes. the brown patch went away. she stopped trying to kill my stepfather, but she never liked him. smart cat. i don't think i ever saw any of her siblings. i saw her mother walking around outside once. she was this huge, regal thing. she looked like a miniature lioness. we used to play this game where she would hide behind the couch and i would get up on my hands and knees and stick my face over the top. she would jump up and pretend she was sparring with me, tapping my face with her paws. two-punch combinations. whap-whap. whap-whap. she didn't care about catnip, but she had a thing for green olives. all you had to do was open the jar and she would start meowing like crazy. one of my cousins threw her down the stairs once. he wanted to see if she would land on her feet. she did. she ran into the laundry room and hid behind the washing machine. i wanted to throw him out of a second floor window and tell him i was just checking to see if he would land on his feet too. i kind of still wish i'd done that. after i moved out no one saw her anymore. for years she would hide during the day. no one ever figured out where her hiding place was. but i would visit on the weekends, and late at night, when i was the only person still awake, watching whatever interesting or unsavoury thing i could find on satellite tv in the basement, she would come out from wherever she'd been all day to see me. almost like she hated the other people in that house as much as i did and she knew when they weren't around and it was just us. i should have taken her with me when i left. but i could never find her until the rest of the world was asleep. 210816 ... tender_square she's a white cat with black spots and she slinks around the neighborhood, halfheartedly chasing squirrels. she perches at the plastic pipe stretching across my lawn—my neighbour's too—lapping up water regurgitated from the sump pump in all seasons. i've wondered where she goes at night and how she survives. last night, i peeked through the blinds before bed and saw her sitting on the sidewalk, waiting in the cold. i want to buy her food, but it will create a dependency and a deeper worry about her well-being. 221227 ... kerry he’s small, forever a kitten. eyes green like algae. a meow like a yodel. he strolls gracefully and dangerously along the banister like a gymnast on a balance beam. if you stand beside him when he’s perched on the bookshelf, he drapes himself around your neck and on your shoulders like a scarf. 221227 ... tender_square "are you talking about the cat that looks like a cow?" cathy asked. "yeah!" i said. "i think that belonged to deanna when she lived in your house; i think she abandoned her when she moved." "i've been wondering if i should be feeding it, i'm worried about it." "we made our gazebo into a little shelter for the stray cats over the winter. i feed that cat, but not too much, because i don't want them getting so big—it will result in bigger litters." 221228 what's it to you? who go blather from