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Date Posted: 10:05:01 11/16/03 Sun
Imagine...
A small girl, of about five years playing with a white cat, laughing and smiling and the cat purrs from deep within. The cat and the girl play everywhere, and the girl takes her pet everywhere. One day, the mother sens the girl out to play, and of course, the cat comes too. When it is time for lunch, the mother comes out, and all that is left of the two, is a pair of hairs, one long and white, the other long and brown. The hairs are intertwined, a symbol of the friendship. The mother is frantic, and for eight years they have searched for the girl. Nobody cared about the cat. When they gave up the search, the hairs were buried and on the grave was marked
Luna Wilson
1987-1992
May our baby Rest In Peace
Girl of about 16 stands alone among the others showing off their affection. She would have none of it. A growl echoes about her body, racking her frame. If you dare move closer, she is not a girl as you thought. Her eyes are amber, slanted, and full of malice. A tail flicks back and forth beind her, showing her impatience. Cat ears appear from her silvery hair. A gleeful smirk appears on her face as she watches you. Hissing softly, she beckons you forward, watching you, ready to pounce...
I.N.S.T.I.N.C.T.S. .O.F. .T.H.E. .C.A.T
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