you're so purrfect with your cunning, sharp, small teeth, and flicking tail -- invisible, but i can see it in your hips there; how you're moving is showing me the catlike way you're feeling. the way you're licking your sharp, thin, small teeth is like you're hungry. cats have this sinuous, wiry thing, a continuous motion to their movements, and i can see that in you right now...the way you're never still, your lithe rhythm, in place, but -- moving...nyaaaawwww...*blink* and open your eyes.
whenever you look at the back of your right hand, you might get an odd feeling that you want to lick it just once. you might not do it, it's just that you get that odd feeling, like you used to or sometimes you -- like a flashback to being a cat, that's kind of what it is, somehow you were a cat and -- you would lick your paw, worried or purring, staring at somecat you didn't like, or you did -- and that's what would happen, you would notice the back of your paw and lick it like that. and now that's what it's like, you...sometimes see it, the back of your hand, and it's just...like a distant memory of that. licking it was somehow the thing you did, when you didn't quite know what else to.
and if you should lick the back of your hand, one time when you feel that odd sense, i don't actually know what you'd feel quite. sometimes you just feel silly, because what's there? just the back of your hand. it's not what it was like. in the life of the cat. and if it is a little what it was like, or the memory of what it was like is so strong, that that's where you are -- if i lick the back of my hand right now -- i just did -- and again, and a third -- fourth -- fifth time, i -- nyyaawwwwww.......uhm, i, meeeowwwwwww....i....the...there's a little hair there, on me, the back of my hand. i think if i look at it again i will lick it. hmmmph. maybe i was a cat, i don't know. rrrrrrrrrrrrr..don't look...not a cat...rrrrnrnrnrrrrr....rrrr...lick....two three four five uhm...ten or something times,,,....mewwww...rrrrrrnnnnnn...nnnnn....
