Global Thermal Haikuclear War V


Baby, I love you.

You mean the world to me, girl.

Give me my cat back.


Felinious Goshdoggery


Like a tiger in the night. She’s got leopard skin shadows. Like a lion in the light. She smells like a jaguar. Run run run. She’s a panther lady. Her fur is waxed fantastic. Beige and black and gold and mottled. She licks it clean, smooths her emotions, purrs as she sips a glass of sparkling wine. What’s the verdict, lady? She gives it 7 lives outta 9. She’s a wondercat feline fanged being beyond simple meow meow. Where did she go? Where did she get to? Nobody knows. She’s on her own in the big, big city.