I love her.
I need her.
I do not think she loves anybody more then me.
She sleeps by my side, every night
and we wake up together every morning.
Sometimes, while she is resting her head on my chest, just looking back at me, I see into her round, scared eyes, perfect content.
Her soft white hair, her cute little nose.
I tell her everything, my darkest thoughts, my strangest dreams, and she listens to it all, quietly.
Eash morning on my way to work, she sits on the edge of my bed, and watches me.
She watches me go to sleep at night, waits till i am still for a while before she sneaks out my window or door.
quiet and beautiful.
I call her “slut”
As apposed to K.C.
my kitten is growing old.