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What is it like to be a cat?

Submitted: June 21, 2014

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Submitted: June 21, 2014



A hiss Squealing Digging claws Dying Devouring

Every night, the same routine I hunt Find a victim unaware Sneak up on them Then dispatch of them

I love it, with every kill I gain a sense of power, domination, and a rush if I may say so myself But the best part? Oh god, the feeling of warmth between my claws is what can't be beat I mean, the sound aren't bad but they get old after afew nights I love it Absolutely, I adore it

I have the heart and soul of a proud lion Also, the ruthlessness and cunning You can't win if you're smaller than me I can appear and disappear without a single sound If I don't want to be found, you won't find me

Oh yes, this is a true luxury Come and go as I please Chew afew small heads and listen to each plate in the skulls shatter To have fresh blood mat the fur in my claws Damn, I love being feline

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