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She stretches and pads over, Tail waving in the air, Rendering owner speechless, With her bright-eyed feline stare.
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She stretches and pads over, Tail waving in the air, Rendering owner speechless, With her bright-eyed feline stare.
Great big paws. Scratching at the door. Waiting to go out And wallow through the mud.
As a cat it is also my born right to: 11: Sit on your bed and lick my fur shaking the bed violently while you sleep.
Mrs came home last night and we had a celebration buffet. Taped the big concert from jubilee to watch together.. Still annoyed Rolf wasn't allowed to sing one of my favourite songs!.
After gardening chores on a hot summers day, My girlfriend asked me "are you okay?". "hell no" I said . I'm dirty and sore. This gardening lark is quite a hard chore.
Saturday, or Caturday As it's known in my house. Caturday morning I'll be sleeping quiet as a mouse.
You're never there when I get home We work a lot of hours And when I'm doing something wrong You give a look that sours See I'm not Mr.
I'm mummy, mum, sweetheart and honey. I'm the one who cooks tea and handles the money. Im the runner, the cyclist the shopper extraordinaire. The woman with straight teeth and long lush hair.
I'm sitting here by the kitchen table typing words to the sound of a TV from another room. In front of the TV is the woman I love, laying, half asleep.
Curled around your pampered paw You barely deign to lift your snout You only see me when it's time To scoop your poo, for food or 'out.' I bug your Highness in extremes Especially when I touch your...
Sunday morning. Watch T.V. Kickin back. Cup of tea. Other half. Here with me. Later on. Playing Wii. COD. Killing spree. Death’s the fee. Watch em flee. Still Sunday. We’re still free. As.
A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband stalking around with a fly swatter. "What are you doing. " She asked. "Hunting Flies " He responded. "Oh. Killing any. " She asked.
You lie curled up by the fire, Chewing whatever be tonight's object of desire. You barely have to lift an eyelid, And prised open is the cat food tin lid.
I hate the amount of mess you make, But I love your lemon drizzle cake. I hate the way the shelf you put up isn't straight, But I love how your accents are oh so great.
***How I feel today*** I feel soooo lonely. I work at home, live with a family, looking after the kids, cooking, etc...
Walking down the pavement Not making any sounds, All of these different noises Is making my head spin round. Jumping on the fences Jumping on your shed, Looking at the sunset Orange, yellow, red.
I am sat here in a rocking chair... I've just got back from London,Where I had a casting today for a new set of advertisements for Eurostar... London was busy, but now I'm home.
Puss oh puss With your lovely black fur, Licking your legs and being demure, Spare a thought for the human whose right by your side, Who washes in water with creme germicide , You are done in a tick...
Waking up a few minutes before the alarm goes off; a person might count their blessings and wait for the inevitable noise to rudely interrupt their slumber.
Well, Terry used to go clubbing at night, He used to cheer on at every gritty fight, Meet girls, go dancing, have a good time, Always drink home-brewed beer over classy wine, But now he sits in...
Ordinary People Eugene History is the most boring subject in the world. Why did I fail to be an archeologist. Instead I am stuck teaching Class 9d in England.