Saturday, January 24, 2004

why i ask ... why

they keep leaving.

i sit and wait.

i keep myself clean and purr as much as i can, but they keep leaving.

why can't i go too?

of course if that means getting in that weird little box i'll stay here. even if that means hanging out with that other extra fluffy 4 foot.

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