Listening

My nyaster was talking about things so profound. I couldn't understand him, using words like 'abound'. He said something about space-dust, and morals, and men. I blanked out sometime earlier, if he stopped, I'd ask 'and then?'

I couldn't let nyaster know that I wasn't really interested. If his sister found out, I would have been bested. When I heard him say something, like 'cat' or like 'girl'. I'd purr in approval, and my tail would curl.

"I'm listening," His sister told him. And he stopped, just like that. He stared at her blankly, and ended our little chat.

Made in honor of a profound conversation that I barely even followed. Interrupted by some Fool, just before enlightenment was reached.

E D G E L O R D

An edgelord came to visit. He looked like he was sad. I tried to cheer him up, but then he just got mad. When I asked him why he's edgy, he said that it was cool. But when the clock struck seven, he had to go to school.

He only goes to school to brood in the corner, like a true edgelord.

Fetish

Nyaster has a fetish. He likes catgirls fucking fish. He cooks them after I use them, they always taste great. One second they're heaped on the table, the next there's an empty plate.

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Poem for Nyaster

The sun shines in from the window, there are birds that fly overhead. The tree in the yard is silently whispering, and all of the mice are dead. I'll purr and stretch contentedly, and curl up on the floor. I'll wait for you to finish school and come in through the door.

Dust motes dance in the wind by the window, and the sky is clear and blue. I'll sleep and play a little, while I wait for you,

Some days I'll read a book, but mostly I'll nap and play. It's quiet and peaceful all morning, and I feel sleepy all day.