I Closed My Eyes And Rested My

I'll Find You Again. Even If It Takes A Hundred Of Those Years.

I've Found That The Way A Person Feels About Cats-and The Way They Feel About Him Or Her In Return-is Usually An Excellent Gauge By Which To Measure A Person's Character

Darius Didn't Have Any Trouble Finding The Street Cats Building. It Was A Cozy-looking Square Brick Building With Big Front Windows Crowded With Cat Stuff. I Made A Mental Note To Pick Up A Little Something For Nala From Their Gift Shop. My Cat Was Grumpy Enough Without Her Thinking That I'd Been Cheating On Her (translation: I Would Smell Like A Zillion Other Cats) And Hadn't Even Brought Her A Present.

Okay, Well, Let's Do A Little Reenactment. I'm The Gay-looking Dicaprio And You're Rose. You Have To Keep Your Eyes Open And On My Face, Or You'll Have To Let Me Go And I'll Turn Into A Huge Gay Popsicle.

I'm Here Because She's Here, And She Belongs To Me. ~rephaim