My cat’s whiskers brushed my cheek as I stroked her back. She arched it gracefully as she purred, and it seemed like everything was fine. My life finally seemed normal… Like I really wasn’t a grade A honors student, who’s father is a world class spy.
“Oh Fluffy” I sighed as I buried my face in her long fur. “What I wouldn’t give to only be normal”
Whiskers. it’s amazing, I watched my cat yesterday. He feels with them, judges whether or not he can make that jump, crawl under that sofa. He’s so cute. So oddly, roughly cute. So daring, so strange, so full of spirit, so cute.
“Don’t!” “Don’t what? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He smiled that charming smile of his. “No. I don’t want to be whisked away by you and your horrible tendencies. You’ve distorted everything in my life, and I have to untwist this mess you’ve made.”
the cat stretches in the noon day sun. Its back pulling into the shape of a taut bow.
Jenny
And the whiskers from days were still there as he gave me his final hug. As my grandfather laid in his chair and slowly drifted into a peaceful “sleep,” traced the place where I would always feel those whiskers…
amanda
I think of cats. Of whispy threadbare crackly whiskers. I think of your face, sruffy. And how I never felt the whiskers near your lips.
jenna
Whiskers. . . .how a cat can determine if it will fit through a fence, a physical characteristic on most mammals. My dog, Muffy has really long whiskers. And because she’s turning old, they’re beginning to turn white so she has white and black whiskers. It’s funny.
My kitty’s whiskers stick out so far. As he walks through the hallways, they brush against the walls and tickle him. He starts laughing in his cute kitty language.
Joe
I once had a cat named Whiskers
who had a bum ticker
one day he woke up
and his ticker did stop
and now I have a cat named Bob
My Dorito baby, it’s been a little over a year since I lossed you. Your little paws have dug a hole in my heart. I miss the way you would wait for my in the bathroom as I got ready. I miss how you would run like a little crazed monkey. How you would hold conversations with me, especially when it was time to go to bed. I miss how your whiskers would tickle me as you would try to comfort me when I needed you. And now I must suffer alone, it will never be the same without you. I miss you and I love you
whiskers are only as long as the owner is wide. It helps get through doorways and measure potential ability to fit through tight spots, as well as detects the air and winds, increasing sensitivity to certain dangers.
whiskers, whiskers pokey sticks. chintzed in like jingle bells clingy clingy clinging. pick pick pick wick wick wick wick. that’s the thing about whiskers. you can’t get too close to fire.
buddy
mister whiskers was a wonderful kitty, he loved to frolock in the sun and wake his owner with loving kisses, his tongue so rough …his buddy friskers was a good kitty too, they were a couple of troublemakers though, noone rocked then neighborehood like those two.
kitten
We are both hunters, stealing away in the night to find our prey. We both pounce swiftly and quietly, and sometimes play with our food. Our eyes seems to glow in the darkness, while our fangs gleam in the moonlight. We are both picky as to which humans we like or trust. Ha! Many times we both even sleep during the daylight hours. My little Dorito kitty, the only difference between you and me are your whishers and tail.
haha. I laughed when I saw this word. Whiskers—say it out loud it is a funny word to say. I don’t really have an idea what to write about whiskers. My sister’s cat, considering it is so small has the longest whiskers ever, it is quite bizarre and the cat is a complete bitch.
Teeps
His whiskers would tickle my face when I kissed his cheek and hugged him tight. Holding back tears, I would say, “Goodbye” and open the passenger’s side door of my mother’s car. If any one thing could describe divorce, it will always be the word “Goodbye.”
my cat gets mad when i pull on is whiskers. i think its funny when the dog trys to do it…i was told if the cat cannot get his whi
nubia
Scruff. I’m not such a fan. How can we get close when you’re five o’clock shadow gets in the way. Or maybe that’s why there there, the way I use my sweater as a barrier getting between our skin. We don’t have to feel too close now…
i have a long haired black cat named cookie. she has whiskers that rub against my cheek. she is soft and warm and sits on my feet in winter. my dad also has whiskers when he hasn’t shaved. it makes him rugged and real, not being always freshly shaven.
Rachel
White and catching light. The cat blinks slow and tired. I find them sometimes, long and sharp in the sheets and I wonder if she will grow them back. If her balance will be off, if she will wobble without them.
Kaleigh Wraye
Hon viskar i hans öra, försiktiga, tvekande ord. Han ler blekt, tar hennes ansikte i sina händer. Vinden som blåser i träden viskar åt dem båda. Träden önskar att de vore människor, önskar att de hade makten att förälska sig, de med.
For an hirsute man like me, whiskers are an absolute necessity and they keep your face warm.. Being hairy is the natural state for the male of the species and to shave is actually unnatural. Why shave it off when it can be so wonderful with your hair all over your face
David
I hated the way his whiskers smelled when he pressed close to me. A mixture of tobacco and mushroom soup. I wasn’t sure what sickened me more. The look of him or the smell of him. Either way I was doomed.
In my sleep I did not hear her creeping forward, landing silently on the bed. Which is why when I finally woke up in the morning I did not expect to be face to face with the cat, her whiskers tickling my chin. It was only natural that I fell off the bed in fright.
SprawlingInk
I like cat whiskers. And horse whiskers. I don’t like them much on men because they scratch. But as a toddler I would kiss the tv screen every time Gabby Hayes came on the screen.
Peaceable
i remember when i poppa used to kiss me on the cheek. he had a beard, but i called them whiskers when i was little. it always tickled me and kinda made my face itch. but it was ok. i liked it. i miss it now. sad.
Emily
“Every once in a while, I wonder if cats aren’t just being the World’s Biggest Jerks to us. I mean, I stick it to them, of course. What do they need their whiskers for, anyway?” …and that’s when I hailed a cab and went home.
As she looked through the glass, she could see her cat. She sat there in front of the window, her whiskers twitching as if irritated. She should be the one upset! She took care of that cat for years and she repays her by locking her out of the house. Unbelievable.
As she looked through the glass, she could see that they had a cat. It was staring at her, its whiskers twitching as if irritated. She should be the one upset! She had taken care of that cat for years and she repays her by locking her out of the house. Unbelievable.
cat has whiskers.. remember cats and its family..they are small hairy structures…and in different customs they are symbolic to false prestige . especially in india..ppl mock at ppl if they try to boast of saying …don show off your whiskers. ok this is wat i know about whiskers
k
my dog has whiskers i really miss my dog like i miss colin i wish he wasn’t such a douche bag i’m in love with him but i don’t know how to tell him that i am. this is so terrible i want to move on but i hate him for what he did to me.
Catherine Curran
They were gray and long and tabgles like sea drift after a great storm. He ran his fingers over the top of them. The fingers couldn’t pass through the tangles, just over them.
cats have whiskers that fit through doorways
little guiding marks by which they assess their weight
gain or loss
how well the new food is working
to get them svelte.
Anne Hudson
His whiskers brushed her cheek as he whispered in her ear.
What appeared to be nothing suddenly turned clear.
He desires like fell and cruel hounds started to overrun his intentions…
I forgot to mention, this story ends badly…
U had a cat with whiskers… don’t really like whiskers. Whiskers scratch your face. They are little pointy things. Shave them off please. Don’t hurt me!
My cat’s whiskers brushed my cheek as I stroked her back. She arched it gracefully as she purred, and it seemed like everything was fine. My life finally seemed normal… Like I really wasn’t a grade A honors student, who’s father is a world class spy.
“Oh Fluffy” I sighed as I buried my face in her long fur. “What I wouldn’t give to only be normal”
Whiskers. it’s amazing, I watched my cat yesterday. He feels with them, judges whether or not he can make that jump, crawl under that sofa. He’s so cute. So oddly, roughly cute. So daring, so strange, so full of spirit, so cute.
“Don’t!” “Don’t what? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He smiled that charming smile of his. “No. I don’t want to be whisked away by you and your horrible tendencies. You’ve distorted everything in my life, and I have to untwist this mess you’ve made.”
the cat stretches in the noon day sun. Its back pulling into the shape of a taut bow.
And the whiskers from days were still there as he gave me his final hug. As my grandfather laid in his chair and slowly drifted into a peaceful “sleep,” traced the place where I would always feel those whiskers…
I think of cats. Of whispy threadbare crackly whiskers. I think of your face, sruffy. And how I never felt the whiskers near your lips.
Whiskers. . . .how a cat can determine if it will fit through a fence, a physical characteristic on most mammals. My dog, Muffy has really long whiskers. And because she’s turning old, they’re beginning to turn white so she has white and black whiskers. It’s funny.
My kitty’s whiskers stick out so far. As he walks through the hallways, they brush against the walls and tickle him. He starts laughing in his cute kitty language.
I once had a cat named Whiskers
who had a bum ticker
one day he woke up
and his ticker did stop
and now I have a cat named Bob
My Dorito baby, it’s been a little over a year since I lossed you. Your little paws have dug a hole in my heart. I miss the way you would wait for my in the bathroom as I got ready. I miss how you would run like a little crazed monkey. How you would hold conversations with me, especially when it was time to go to bed. I miss how your whiskers would tickle me as you would try to comfort me when I needed you. And now I must suffer alone, it will never be the same without you. I miss you and I love you
Ich kenn nur Whiskas und Whisky,
oder wie man das schreibt.
Ach ja, Wixer gibts auch noch.
I HATE THE WHISKERS OF THE CAT WHO BICKERS ME TO WHISTLE THE THISTLES UNDONE.
whiskers are only as long as the owner is wide. It helps get through doorways and measure potential ability to fit through tight spots, as well as detects the air and winds, increasing sensitivity to certain dangers.
whiskers, whiskers pokey sticks. chintzed in like jingle bells clingy clingy clinging. pick pick pick wick wick wick wick. that’s the thing about whiskers. you can’t get too close to fire.
mister whiskers was a wonderful kitty, he loved to frolock in the sun and wake his owner with loving kisses, his tongue so rough …his buddy friskers was a good kitty too, they were a couple of troublemakers though, noone rocked then neighborehood like those two.
We are both hunters, stealing away in the night to find our prey. We both pounce swiftly and quietly, and sometimes play with our food. Our eyes seems to glow in the darkness, while our fangs gleam in the moonlight. We are both picky as to which humans we like or trust. Ha! Many times we both even sleep during the daylight hours. My little Dorito kitty, the only difference between you and me are your whishers and tail.
haha. I laughed when I saw this word. Whiskers—say it out loud it is a funny word to say. I don’t really have an idea what to write about whiskers. My sister’s cat, considering it is so small has the longest whiskers ever, it is quite bizarre and the cat is a complete bitch.
His whiskers would tickle my face when I kissed his cheek and hugged him tight. Holding back tears, I would say, “Goodbye” and open the passenger’s side door of my mother’s car. If any one thing could describe divorce, it will always be the word “Goodbye.”
What’s your name, turtle? I am intrigued by your whiskers.
– Who me?
Yeah! I mean there are no other turtles here.
– Oh. My name is Milton the turtle. But I don’t have any whiskers.
As you say, turtle. Shall we away to the fishing pond?
my cat gets mad when i pull on is whiskers. i think its funny when the dog trys to do it…i was told if the cat cannot get his whi
Scruff. I’m not such a fan. How can we get close when you’re five o’clock shadow gets in the way. Or maybe that’s why there there, the way I use my sweater as a barrier getting between our skin. We don’t have to feel too close now…
i have a long haired black cat named cookie. she has whiskers that rub against my cheek. she is soft and warm and sits on my feet in winter. my dad also has whiskers when he hasn’t shaved. it makes him rugged and real, not being always freshly shaven.
White and catching light. The cat blinks slow and tired. I find them sometimes, long and sharp in the sheets and I wonder if she will grow them back. If her balance will be off, if she will wobble without them.
Hon viskar i hans öra, försiktiga, tvekande ord. Han ler blekt, tar hennes ansikte i sina händer. Vinden som blåser i träden viskar åt dem båda. Träden önskar att de vore människor, önskar att de hade makten att förälska sig, de med.
For an hirsute man like me, whiskers are an absolute necessity and they keep your face warm.. Being hairy is the natural state for the male of the species and to shave is actually unnatural. Why shave it off when it can be so wonderful with your hair all over your face
I hated the way his whiskers smelled when he pressed close to me. A mixture of tobacco and mushroom soup. I wasn’t sure what sickened me more. The look of him or the smell of him. Either way I was doomed.
In my sleep I did not hear her creeping forward, landing silently on the bed. Which is why when I finally woke up in the morning I did not expect to be face to face with the cat, her whiskers tickling my chin. It was only natural that I fell off the bed in fright.
I like cat whiskers. And horse whiskers. I don’t like them much on men because they scratch. But as a toddler I would kiss the tv screen every time Gabby Hayes came on the screen.
i remember when i poppa used to kiss me on the cheek. he had a beard, but i called them whiskers when i was little. it always tickled me and kinda made my face itch. but it was ok. i liked it. i miss it now. sad.
“Every once in a while, I wonder if cats aren’t just being the World’s Biggest Jerks to us. I mean, I stick it to them, of course. What do they need their whiskers for, anyway?” …and that’s when I hailed a cab and went home.
As she looked through the glass, she could see her cat. She sat there in front of the window, her whiskers twitching as if irritated. She should be the one upset! She took care of that cat for years and she repays her by locking her out of the house. Unbelievable.
As she looked through the glass, she could see that they had a cat. It was staring at her, its whiskers twitching as if irritated. She should be the one upset! She had taken care of that cat for years and she repays her by locking her out of the house. Unbelievable.
Whiskers waking me up every morning.
Cold wet nose snuffling at my mouth, my cheek, my ears.
Paws probing for a full bladder.
Cat, get off me.
omg that cat is so cute look at its whiskers that’s the name of a litter brand oh no my train have thought has led me to cat shit.
cat has whiskers.. remember cats and its family..they are small hairy structures…and in different customs they are symbolic to false prestige . especially in india..ppl mock at ppl if they try to boast of saying …don show off your whiskers. ok this is wat i know about whiskers
my dog has whiskers i really miss my dog like i miss colin i wish he wasn’t such a douche bag i’m in love with him but i don’t know how to tell him that i am. this is so terrible i want to move on but i hate him for what he did to me.
They were gray and long and tabgles like sea drift after a great storm. He ran his fingers over the top of them. The fingers couldn’t pass through the tangles, just over them.
cats have whiskers that fit through doorways
little guiding marks by which they assess their weight
gain or loss
how well the new food is working
to get them svelte.
His whiskers brushed her cheek as he whispered in her ear.
What appeared to be nothing suddenly turned clear.
He desires like fell and cruel hounds started to overrun his intentions…
I forgot to mention, this story ends badly…
U had a cat with whiskers… don’t really like whiskers. Whiskers scratch your face. They are little pointy things. Shave them off please. Don’t hurt me!