The Cafe Cat

November 16, 2012

I is Buddy. And yes, I dids it.

I made watch. Behind the curtain. Her soapy ankles. Her quivering kneecaps.

She saw and cast me a cross look before blocking my view.

I waited.

And waited.

I crept with stealth along the bath, my shadow dancing upons the curtain, my tail curling at the tip. Like that movie picture. What be the name?

PSYCHO.

Yes. Psycho.

Quietly I moved into the shower and onto the wooden plank.

I was so close, I could smells her.

I made watch.

I could smells her.

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