Heyo! Yes, yes, I'm sure mew are as surpurrized as I am that I'm not purrosting kitty litter purroetry. The reason is beclaws...I can't think of jack kitty litter to purrost. I have somehow compurracted all my meowmories into two purrieces of purroetry.
Well then, I guess I will just restated all my meowmories into not-purroetry.
I am purretty sure that I had a matespurriteship with Dave. He was like in canon, and I remempurr a few thing about how his transmewtated body worked. For exampurr, his beak. Whenefur he was tense or scared, his beak would beclawme very hard. Howefur, when Dave was relaxed, happy, or another purrositive emewtion, mew clawoud meowve his beak. Like, it beclawme clawteridge. (That's how we kissed)
Now...time to talk about my body. My hands and feet beclawme blue claws, my tail aclawtually beclawme my tail, and my kitty hat beclawme purrart of my scalp. Also, the thingy that clawnectted efurrything went into the top of my back and beclawme a blood vein. The skin around it was furry tough, mewearly impawssible to break.
And...I'm sleepy now, so, goodnight efurryone!
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The Cat Boy Screams Into Infinity
AcakJust me talking about my obscure as fuck timeline and other things. Also shitty edgy poetry.
