Haze

M : INFJ : tell your cat i said pspsps

[hazrd1]

[nobodys-poetry]

Cat poem #1

meow

Translation:

My morning routine: A Cleo joint

Wake up

Get a goooood stremtch

Ahh it's good to be the Queen

*sashays upstairs to the poet's room*

Strange force field detected, with shiny round metal thingy on it, just outta reach

*battering ram.exe activated*

Thud

Force field deactivated, aw yiss

Hooman still asleep on his bed

Why he got so many books but no bookshelves?

Weird orange rectangle on wall with squiggly lines on the wall

Hop on his big-ass dining table desk

twin book towers to the left

Knowledge is power and a tower

must mark it mine like we Above do

CRASH

Hooman still asleep, ignorant buffoon

But ignorance really got him knocked out on bliss

I see my reflection on his head

Freshly washed and polished

Mr. Clean weak af rn.

*battering ram.exe reactivated*

Thud

Hooman screams like Creed

Fell off bed, now lying facedown on floor

Appears to be questioning his life choices

I know I was his best choice, hmm *checks paw nails, licks paw smugly*

Hooman appears to be getting up

Grumpy noises coming from him, both ends

What a silly lil giant

Activate can opener mode

Today's breakfast: A fancy lil salmon pate with gravy jam, churu swirl, and a dusting of crumbly crunchies

NOM NOM NOM

Every morning he gets up

can opener mode always activating

Long-lasting battery indeed

But lately

Hooman seems sad some days

Sometimes batteries become worn and leaky, with Time's indifferent passage

Yet can opener mode never deactivates permanently, seems his loyalty runs deep

More headbunts to his legs, 100% recharge every time

Hooman giving me head scritchies, aw yiss

He's so lucky the queen has a generous heart towards her servants

Morning routine

Wake up and get out of bed

And walk paw with paw with Time

Cruising altitude, minimal turbulence

Is as simple as it gets

-11/14/25

[cute-catts]

[hazrd1]

Do you wanna make it forever

[nirmiti]

i want what they have

[hazrd1]

There’s a fragrance in October’s air,

Felt only by the ones who are truly alive.

We all exist breathing, moving

But alive are those who still look up at the sky,

And marvel at its changing hues.

Alive are those who smile at a single flower,

Who watch empty nights

And still wait for a beautiful morning to come.

Alive are those who do not give up,

Even after breaking a thousand times.

And alive are those

Who never forget to whisper prayers

For the souls who made them

Who they are.

[scribblersobia]

POETRY. 🍂

And the waning of the year has begun,

The scent of rain in the air smells like baked cakes,

Morning frost on the grass touches my feet like ocean waves,

In this amber season, the clouds play peekaboo with the sun,

And I prefer my morning fall tea with a warm bun,

I see the leaves whispering their last goodbye to the trees,

They celebrate their departure from life,

by dancing, singing, and humming in the restful autumn breeze.

@scribblersobia ©️

Pictures : pinterest.

[syyedmohdsaad]

Craving october rn

[whatthefuck1200]

i dont trust people who dont like cats

[hazrd1]

🙁

[titsay]

can't stay mad at each other

[kelebek-gibi-deactivated2025100]

Trip to the end of the world with u ~🫒

[blurredcoffeeforme]

I held your hands;

the sun switched places with the moon.

We fell into a world beside our own

slightly off, slightly wrong.

We fell into a mirror world,

where nothing obeyed the rules we knew.

Where cats fall from the sky,

and birds forget how to fly.

I woke alone.

Of course it was a dream.

you weren’t beside me.

And I tell the cats

how you once kissed my wrist

like it was made of glass

...like it was the most fragile,

precious thing you'd ever touched.

[cute-catts]

[only-cat-memes]

[nirmiti]

tomi~

[blurredcoffeeforme]