Chapter 5

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Having a mental conversation with your inner cat isn't as normal as it seems to be. You usually get a lot of weird looks. Sometimes you get cops chasing after you, but mostly it's just plain crazy. Especially if it's with my cat Nala.
~Please love him. I need my mate. It's killing me. I am dying. I am dead. That's it I'm going to the big litter box in the sky. I see the light. That's it for me I'm-~
-Nala shut up please. I will never love that stale end price of white bread.(can someone please tell me they know what cartoon that's from) Never ever ever. No matter how much you guilt me it won't work. Even if you make me stare into his beautiful blue eyes. Or make me want to mess with his blonde-brown hair, or...stop it Nala!-
~That wasn't me. It was all you bebz. Maybe I'll get my mate after all.~
The whole time I was talking to Nala Shane was staring at me again with our parents smirking at him with knowing looks.
"Can everyone please stop with the staring! I don't like it. Please." I said. Shane automatically looked at our parents and growled at them flashing his wolf eyes. Which are a bright neon blue. (I don't know if I already said that a dif. color or at all but sorry if I did.) He looks so cute when he's all protective like that. I just wanna kiss his pouty lip- stop me. Just stop thinking about him me.
But seriously his pouty face he's pulling is so cute even Kristen Stewart would show emotion. Even grumpy cat would smile. That cute. Someone please help me I'm going insane.

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Pic above is of Bex's cat. So hope you like it and like comment and enjoy. nothing else to say. ........Buh-Bye!

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