he waited patiently. i know he likes me to be home, but that morning he was hot. for the date. then i left. and he picked up the phone: “bonjour chérie. vous avez un je ne sais quoi dans votre miaou cette matin. and here is where my french lives me on my own. well… any plan for today?… no? well, how about skating? on the parquet… really? great! my place. 12 a clock. i will warm the milk for you. i know you like it hot.” by the time i got to my car, the beautyfulest kitty in the world was  passing by. 


4 Responses to “hotmilk”

  1. fiarte buna pisica:)

  2. adica in asta cu deliciosenia?

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