The Hidden Language Behind Every Cat’s Purr: What Your Feline Is Really Telling You
Memories, yeah right,
forgotten in dreams overnight.
Several hundred goals conceded at home
is as bad as just four, like not remembering how to park the bus, or a winding road when you drunkenly roam.
I remember pretend-limping at 5 behind an OAP.
Those young-at-heart pensioners drinking their tea.
At some point, the whole point became how pointless it was.
And loved it, becoming the big because.
Some say cats have the key to eternity.
Everyone’s looking for it. Maybe the doors of perception is a cat flap?
Memories come back intermittently,
purring, and sat on some wireless rug lap.





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