cats

I had cats. the last one I had died couple of weeks ago.

I hope I've given a chance to adopt continuously later on.

beside its cuteness, fluff and stubborn,
cats will always be the creatures that been heard stories.

wondering how much pressure their hearing,
by listens humans speak.
what about how they're wanna be listens too?

we the caretakers of cat,
need somebody's shoulder to cry on.
when there is nobody,
we choose cat.

when we tell em depressing stories,
do they depressed too?
when we tell em saddening stories,
do they sad too?
but when we're happy,
do we tell em those stories?

cats behavior seems like what life throws to us.
they understand but really passive-aggressive bastard they are.
their senses are a gift,
senses to sniff the mood, the atmosphere.

how much costs do we should pay them?
are they needed to be paid at any costs?
are they like the messenger,
when the job is done they're gone?

I really want to keep them all,
for myself by myself.
they seldom betrayed, sometimes.
but their betrayal just a piece of dust.
it won't hurt, not even a scratch.

I really want to preserve them,
gold-dipped one,
that's just what I felt like I honor them.
and I honored, been chosen to be the caretaker,
until you, Coco.

long live in Paradise y'all.
or maybe you love Hell even more than Heaven.