- cross-posted to:
- cat@lemmy.world
- cross-posted to:
- cat@lemmy.world
He’s wondering if they fit
They’re mine but he won’t quit.
He doesn’t give a shit,
because he’s wondering if they fit.
He planned his attack last night.
Where battle in dreams I might.
Face such magnificent creatures as he.
But those are my blue jeans!
They were clean and now they’re
claimed.
Tomorrow will be different.
I know his game.
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He’s beautiful. Does he have heterochromia? Looks like just his left eye is blue. Is he deaf? Looks just like my old girl, Emma. Her favourite place was always on the darkest piece of clothing I owned.
e: cat tax
Your Emma is just as beautiful.
He does have heterochromia, but he’s not deaf, except when he doesn’t want to do something. Then he’s completely deaf and it has nothing to do with his eyes.
And just like yours, ours loves little hiding nooks like your picture shows.
Aw, thanks! Yeah, cubbies are the best, especially when you think you’re not supposed to be there.
except when he doesn’t want to do something
Haha, they’re so fun. Emma learnt some sign language (basic things like food, no, down, pretty girl, etc) and would physically turn her back to me if she didn’t want to listen.
e: I loved your poem, btw.
And they think they can hide, even with that volume of white hair. 😂
The sign language thing is really cool!
Ours was a feral. He can be a bit jumpy. So we developed a safe phrase with him. And if anything happens that spooks him or makes him believe that that he’s in trouble when he’s not, we can say the safe phrase and immediately he feels okay.
Thanks about the poem. Poems capture the feelings I had when I took the picture. And that way if I look at it some years down the road, I can remember those feelings again.
