#libbi-rose

waitrose!

omg ty ty butts are my favourite thing

A cat, silhouetted against the sunset sky, slunk along a narrow fence, landing neatly on her paws, barely leaving a mark in the fresh dirt. She padded slowly around the town, sniffing at anything, turning her little nose up, until she came to a small hole in the side of a white building marked "Beryl's Hat Makers. est 1894" but of course cats can't read, so this sign meant nothing. The hole, however, did. It was the most important hole, to this particular cat at least, in the world. She pawed at it gently, pushing her head, swiftly, and elegantly, followed by her slender body, through it.  She blinked, opening her eyes in rolling green hills, scattered with cafes and intricately designed chairs and tables, where cats of varying sizes sat, delicately eating an array of fantastic foods. Sweet strawberry pies that left little dribbles of red sauce around the edges of ones mouth, waiting to be swept away by a lover's tender kiss, and cold cucumber sandwiches of just the right consistency and bowls of exotic fruit in vibrant colours that exploded against taste buds and tall tinted glasses of lemonade, and delicate tea cups half full of sweet milky tea. She slowly sidled up to a cat sitting alone, flicking through a newspaper. He smiled at her, purring softly, his fur ruffling slightly in the gathering breeze.

i'm addicted to tetris. and i suck.

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