It's a little bitter---I'm really not like that! Oh well, I don't own any
of the CATS characters, nor do I pretend to. So don't sue me…unless you
want 5 bucks and a few Cats stories…
LETTERS : Last Laugh
You don't talk to me anymore…Not like you used to. What happened?
We used to be such friends. I could tell you everything, and vice versa. Now you don't even come to visit with the others. Is the sight of me really that painful?
I saw you with her again. I know it was wrong to follow you, but I just can't think straight around you. You always did seem to mesmerize me. What powers do you hold over me? I followed you, meaning to talk to you until I saw where you were headed—that was our place in the junkyard! Why did you go there? You couldn't have forgotten what it meant to us…
The Ball is coming up. Our anniversary, remember? But we won't be spending it together, will we? You'll be with that foolish Jemima. I don't blame her though. You managed to pull the wool over her eyes, just like you did with me last year. Poor girl, she doesn't stand a chance. And she actually thinks you love her! She deserves a tom who will stay with her- not a hairball like you.
Well, you pulled it off again didn't you Plato? I saw Jemima's face afterwards. She looked like she had been run over by one of Skimble's trains…I tried to warn her- never fall in love with a playboy, he'll only break you heart. But she defended you, making you out to be some kind of a saint. Lucky for you Pouncival was there to pick up the pieces. They'll be a couple soon- like Quaxo and I are…while you're moving on to your next victim
Eventually the Tribe will kick you out Plato. You have too many of your father's qualities to do you good. And then I, Victoria, shall have the last laugh.
Well, what did you think? I'm thinking about making this a series- called letters. Except they won't all be this bitter. Sound good? Please review and tell me your opinion and ideas!
LETTERS : Last Laugh
You don't talk to me anymore…Not like you used to. What happened?
We used to be such friends. I could tell you everything, and vice versa. Now you don't even come to visit with the others. Is the sight of me really that painful?
I saw you with her again. I know it was wrong to follow you, but I just can't think straight around you. You always did seem to mesmerize me. What powers do you hold over me? I followed you, meaning to talk to you until I saw where you were headed—that was our place in the junkyard! Why did you go there? You couldn't have forgotten what it meant to us…
The Ball is coming up. Our anniversary, remember? But we won't be spending it together, will we? You'll be with that foolish Jemima. I don't blame her though. You managed to pull the wool over her eyes, just like you did with me last year. Poor girl, she doesn't stand a chance. And she actually thinks you love her! She deserves a tom who will stay with her- not a hairball like you.
Well, you pulled it off again didn't you Plato? I saw Jemima's face afterwards. She looked like she had been run over by one of Skimble's trains…I tried to warn her- never fall in love with a playboy, he'll only break you heart. But she defended you, making you out to be some kind of a saint. Lucky for you Pouncival was there to pick up the pieces. They'll be a couple soon- like Quaxo and I are…while you're moving on to your next victim
Eventually the Tribe will kick you out Plato. You have too many of your father's qualities to do you good. And then I, Victoria, shall have the last laugh.
Well, what did you think? I'm thinking about making this a series- called letters. Except they won't all be this bitter. Sound good? Please review and tell me your opinion and ideas!