I have heard there is a legend. A legend about a kitty.
She is black, they say, and she is white. She has an appearance to wow even the most devout unbelievers. Her face is marked with a white line over one eye, and she is perfect, even despite her crooked teeth.
Whenever there is someone injured or sick, she approaches them, purring with delight. She croaks a meow to comfort the sick, and spreads her drool of wellness onto their hurts. She curls up next to them, presenting her fluffy belly as comfort. Or perhaps she snuggles into their laps, and her warmth settles into their bones.
I shall go forth, to find this kitty. To see if the legend is true. And to test her healing powers.
*coff coff*
She is black, they say, and she is white. She has an appearance to wow even the most devout unbelievers. Her face is marked with a white line over one eye, and she is perfect, even despite her crooked teeth.
Whenever there is someone injured or sick, she approaches them, purring with delight. She croaks a meow to comfort the sick, and spreads her drool of wellness onto their hurts. She curls up next to them, presenting her fluffy belly as comfort. Or perhaps she snuggles into their laps, and her warmth settles into their bones.
I shall go forth, to find this kitty. To see if the legend is true. And to test her healing powers.
*coff coff*