My cat cry

Milo the Mischievous Red
Mar 23, 2025
1 min read

A screech cuts through the hush of nobility,

scratch marks left in the wake of mischief.

Domination tastes like food devoured too quickly.

euphoria lingers on jovial lips,

while chaos laughs behind a curtain.

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