zornog
i can't imagine trying to think of all the ways to please you. it's like a bottomless well and i'm dredging the bottom with a tin cup, looking, desperately looking, for the thing to say that will delight you, make your eyes sparkle and shine and the creases of your mouth tighten up right before a smile.
shabby had the most ridiculous whiskers one could see on a cat. they were loopy, like they were curled with the end of a pair of scissors, like your mother would do when making a bow for a gift. she purred like an old beat down lawnmower, too.