a cactus grew from the post on my bed. i thought it might go away if never watered or fed. but the pink little thing will never be dead because it is a creation of will, endurance, and said to have more lives than the average feline.
so we wined and we dined and i took him home with me. we danced and romanced with low lights to andy mckee.
and as he laid me down with ease and grace he took a cactus right in the face.
the end.
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