Plea From a Cat Named Virtue

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Why don't you ever want to play?

I'm tired of this piece of string.

You sleep as much as i do now, and you don't eat much of anything.

I don't know who you're talking to-I made a search through every room,

But all i found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon.

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing?

They're not helping anything.

They won't make you strong.

So, we should open up the house.

Invite the tabby 2 doors down.

You could ask your sister, if she doesn't bring her Basset Hound.

Ask the thinks you shouldn't miss: tape-hiss and the modern man, The Cold War and Card Catalogues, to come and join us if they can, for girly drinks and parlor games.

We'll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try to let your losses dangle off the sharp edge of a century, and talk about the weather, or how the weather used to be.

And I'll cater with all the birds that I can kill.

Let their tiny feathers fill disapointment.

Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin.

Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong.

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV, and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.

I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you're been repeating since the day you brought me home. I know you're strong.

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