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I always wanted a cat. Maybe just to be a cat. In high school my friend and her boyfriend meowed at each other and I always thought it was weird, but now I do it with mine sometimes. We talk about how nice it would be to be cats. How convenient it would be to be able to carry each other around in pockets or bags so that we’d always be with each other.

JLC

She was not small, like you would think. She was not dainty, not really. She could take a hit, and give one out, if the need arose–which, of course, was actually very often. It was my favorite part of her. I think it was because it reminded me of…well, me.

I didn’t contemplate on these things often

Anjelica Ramos

Cats.
The world loves cats.
Why?!
Sometimes it’s annoying; it feels like everyone’s the same.
I guess only when you have a cat you would know. Still, many people talk about how much they hate their cats, or they’ve always got scratches on their hands and stuff.
Now I sound like a crazy cat lady.

fieof

I love my cats Cheese and Mac. It’s amazing that I actually have my own cats. I’ve always wanted a cat but I never thought that my allergies would tolerate me living with a cat (or two). Whenever I see a cat on the street I always want to pet it but I never have had my own pet. My grandparents had many, many, many cats so I grew up surrounded by them. Still, it’s different having your own. Mac and Cheese are still kittens only two months old but I’m already very attached to them. It surprised me how quickly they bonded with me. Most of my grandparent’s cats were older and we only had kittens when I was very young. And I never had the responsibility to take care of them. All I did was play with them. `I love it though. And I love them.

Elizabeth

“I love you,” I try to say.
“Why can’t you understand that,” I think.
It seems that everytime I talk the only thing you hear is a different language.
I am telling you something straight from my heart and soul.
But you only hear an unintelligible meow.

Sarah

It was the sound of an alley cats’ meow that roused me from sleep, the high-pitched cry cutting through my subconscious and dragging me into waking with neither consent nor hesitation. I sat up slowly, groaning as my aching muscles voiced their protest, and blinked as the morning light reflected back at me via the mirror-like surface of a nearby puddle.

S.C. Lovelace

I went to the bar, knowing it was a popular cougar hangout, but not knowing just how hungry and crazy those cats could be. I expected a little clawing, actually was hoping for a couple scratch marks, battle wounds I could maybe tell the kids about, but I was mauled as soon as I walked in the door.
This isn’t a metaphor. I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to let giant carnivorous cats into the liquor.
Shame on you.

Siege

“Meow?” Cassidy repeated. “Like what, she’s trying to say that she’s purrlicious? Honestly, that girl makes me wonder.”

“You and me both,” I muttered. “Just ignore her. In fact, ignore all of them, the sooner we’re out of the mess, the happier I’ll be.”

“Hey, chill boss. It’s not your fault she came streaking through here.”

I grimaced. “Sure. Right. It’s not that I mind, I just would have preferred that she didn’t do it while in the bare, wearing a tail and a pair of faux cat ears!”

Cassidy sniggered. “Meow?”

Sara H.

I think we’ve all tried to sound like a cat when we were a kid. But to meow? How?

marylou wynegar

I stared at the thing that had meowed at me.

In some ways, it was an ordinary cat. One head, one tail, four limbs, each with five claws on five paws, one nose, one mouth full of fangs, two eyes, an assortment of whiskers. Its eyes were green. Its fur was white, brown, black, in a calico pattern. A completely ordinary cat.

In every important way, though, it wasn’t a cat at all.

julia

Cats are odd. It’s an observation I’ve made since I moved in with my first girlfriend, Aimee. We got a kitten together, and one of the most interesting things about living with the two of them together was most suprisingly the kitten. It leapt through the air like it had invisible wings, crawled under the couch like it was fearless of monsters, and whispered soft meows into the night like they were powerful roars.

Amy

she whispered softly,
like a cat’s meow.
delicate and breakable,
she was the only girl I knew
who could curl up beside me
and fill my crevices perfectly.

Nora Haze