bplusultra

Earlier today, as I was tending my flock of feral cats, I realized something about myself and some of the relationships I've had. Girls always seem to be in a hurry to settle down, and there's nothing wrong with that, but like any cat, I long for the chase.

I live for that moment when I'm stalking you through the grass, studying your every move. I've already passed up a couple opportunities to pounce, because I'm still having fun playing. When I do decide to strike, it has to be an epic work of art. I want your last moments to be spent wondering how the hell I got to be so acrobatic.

And then, (this is the important part) once I've got you...yes, it's all over for you, but still, I don't want you to give up and just hop into my grill....I'm digging my claws into you because I wanna hear some emotion in your squeak! You're making it too easy, and forcing me to bat you around on the ground, pretending that your still alive because I just can't imagine letting this moment slip away from me, but you, the complacent, secure mouse couldn't care less about my need to murder you continuously.