There’s always something else ticking away behind those eyes. Eternal knowledge and patience, as if nothing nor time would be a surprise. Each move calculated precisely as if the matter below their feet was cosmically willed to support them.
the cat is red and furry and cute. making her owner really happy even she is a bitch. but hey, this is how cats are. and what we love them for.
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The cat would sit in the window of the shop in the early mornings, looking out at the world. In the evenings, she would also appear, but whereas in the morning she looked at people, in the evenings, she would stare ahead of her as if she were looking at supernatural entities which were not apparent to humans.
There’s always something else ticking away behind those eyes. Eternal knowledge and patience, as if nothing nor time would be a surprise. Each move calculated precisely as if the matter below their feet was cosmically willed to support them.
The cat slinks, midnight pulsing in waves and purring lines, stretches against the moon, tail long and flicking
the cat is red and furry and cute. making her owner really happy even she is a bitch. but hey, this is how cats are. and what we love them for.
The cat would sit in the window of the shop in the early mornings, looking out at the world. In the evenings, she would also appear, but whereas in the morning she looked at people, in the evenings, she would stare ahead of her as if she were looking at supernatural entities which were not apparent to humans.