I miss you. I miss your face and the way you shed over me. I miss the way you purr when I scratch behind your ears, and the way you arch your back when I rub my hand down your back. The way you crawl in my lap and make yourself comfortable. I miss watching you play with your toys, the way you nibble at your food, the way you meow when I ignore you-- wait. Wrong cat. Ignore this message.
You may be a delicate flower but, hey, so is Belladonna and it can still kill people.