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I'm just sitting in my room

Doing nothing but being

When my cat prances in

She wants to play I'm seeing



I watch her cross my bed

Looking me in the eyes

She yawns and blinks

As she curls against my thighs



My hands scratch her chin

The soft fur to my finger

I clench my hands tightly

I hear her slightly whimper



I can feel her swallowing

The hard lump passing my grip

I squeeze a little harder

This time the ball doesn't slip



I see her clawing my bed

Struggling to flee from my hold

No longer can she whimper

Another breath from her I stole



She only makes it worse

Her pulling away

Because all I do is squeeze tighter

Until she's there to stay



I bring up both my hands

I beastly slam her on her back

I press her down harder

I hear her voice start to crack



Her hind legs are kicking

They're strong but not enough

Finally she starts to weaken

She's not playing as rough



I guess she's getting bored

The game is loosing tension

She's no longer kicking

Not even paying attention



Her eyes have become white

Her legs are limberly limp

She looks literally out of breath

Fucking cat is such a wimp



I pick her up and take her outside

I lay her in a hole with the rest

So many animals that couldn’t take it

Just another weakling pest





Inspired by:  A thought

Dedicated to: Life

Created on: August 22, 2006 – 00:32