AN: A drabble I have had in my head for a while.
"Hei, Where's Yin?"
"Yin…I… I will kill 'her'."
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You won't feel her soft hands on your fur.
You won't feel the warmth of her lap.
You won't receive anymore belly rubs.
You won't purr because of her caress.
You won't hear her gentle breathing when you nap.
You won't be able to nuzzle into the soft cotton of her dress.
You won't feel her kind understanding of you being a cat but also a man.
You won't have her anymore. You just won't. Won't.
And that makes Mao just a little bit sad.
AN: This format.... it is too radical for me. I think it is all the Contemporary American Lit I am being forced to read.