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An Autobiography
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I never knew how real love felt like. May be thats why I am like what I am today. I knew people used to make fun of me, behind my back and mock me when I am not paying attention. I can't say I never cared. Deep inside the heart I felt the pain. What once was a heart has turned into a shell. A hollow cracking shell..
The lack of understanding! If at all they knew what it took to understand someone like me. Is it a fault that I wanted a life of my own? That I didnt like to be tied down? Never! I was born free and will live free. If death comes calling me because of this, I will accept her rather than the bonds that they had to offer.
Why do you people treat me like this? Remember that old gentle lady that I used to visit everyday? Refresh your memory, please. I was the only one close to her. Such a nice time we had together. That was the best time of my life. But you people tricked me even there. I still remember standing by the road when you carried her away in a coffin. Suffocation... I dont know what the small thing that quivered inside me was. I felt it then and there. Nobody cared about me. Nobody bothered to tell me, when I was the closest living being sheh ad. Even after that I used to go to her house. Everyday. As usual. Stand in front of those closed gates and cry, very well knowing my cries wont be answered. She will never come back. May be she was the closest to love I ever got.
I had thought that the only constant point in my ever changing life was my girlfriend. My dear! Ah, my lover! But she has deserted me nowadays. Yesterday, I saw her with another guy. Cant blame her. His mustache was better than mine. She was my last solace for everything.. Not anymore.. Why me?
But I will live. I will survive. I may not leave a mark in this world. But still I have to live because I dont know how to die.
*Sigh*
The new people who have moved into the corner house seem to like me. And their young beautiful daughter! She has such nice long legs.. I can feel her treble when I rub my body against her legs.. Oh.. There she is calling for me.. I should tell her that I am here before she turns back to her room..
I kept my tail straight up in the air, sharpened my ears, cleaned my face with my hands, and then looked up.. I called her with the only sound I knew to make..
"Meow"
"A Cat's Tail"
Autobiography of Tom Cat
Chief Editor: Frozy
PS: This is my original work and not a copy-paste!
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I never knew how real love felt like. May be thats why I am like what I am today. I knew people used to make fun of me, behind my back and mock me when I am not paying attention. I can't say I never cared. Deep inside the heart I felt the pain. What once was a heart has turned into a shell. A hollow cracking shell..
The lack of understanding! If at all they knew what it took to understand someone like me. Is it a fault that I wanted a life of my own? That I didnt like to be tied down? Never! I was born free and will live free. If death comes calling me because of this, I will accept her rather than the bonds that they had to offer.
Why do you people treat me like this? Remember that old gentle lady that I used to visit everyday? Refresh your memory, please. I was the only one close to her. Such a nice time we had together. That was the best time of my life. But you people tricked me even there. I still remember standing by the road when you carried her away in a coffin. Suffocation... I dont know what the small thing that quivered inside me was. I felt it then and there. Nobody cared about me. Nobody bothered to tell me, when I was the closest living being sheh ad. Even after that I used to go to her house. Everyday. As usual. Stand in front of those closed gates and cry, very well knowing my cries wont be answered. She will never come back. May be she was the closest to love I ever got.
I had thought that the only constant point in my ever changing life was my girlfriend. My dear! Ah, my lover! But she has deserted me nowadays. Yesterday, I saw her with another guy. Cant blame her. His mustache was better than mine. She was my last solace for everything.. Not anymore.. Why me?
But I will live. I will survive. I may not leave a mark in this world. But still I have to live because I dont know how to die.
*Sigh*
The new people who have moved into the corner house seem to like me. And their young beautiful daughter! She has such nice long legs.. I can feel her treble when I rub my body against her legs.. Oh.. There she is calling for me.. I should tell her that I am here before she turns back to her room..
I kept my tail straight up in the air, sharpened my ears, cleaned my face with my hands, and then looked up.. I called her with the only sound I knew to make..
"Meow"
"A Cat's Tail"
Autobiography of Tom Cat
Chief Editor: Frozy
PS: This is my original work and not a copy-paste!
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