If I stare hard enough, I no longer see trees in the distance, but rather the Sweet Angel of Death dangling an ornate stick with a beautiful array of feathers on the end of it. I think my delirium is getting worse, actually. And that exhaustion was probably brought on by having to hold on to this tree limb with all the might my itty-bitty claws can muster so that I do not fall to the ground and burst into a thousand bloody pieces. I’m probably just becoming delirious, which in all likelihood was brought on by exhaustion. Blood has been pulsating through my veins like wildfire ever since I managed to get stuck in this position. Oh, who am I kidding? My blood will certainly splatter everywhere. Perhaps instead I’ll just land with a bloodless thud. Maybe it won’t drip into the cracks in the sidewalk where that dandelion grows, or seep into that place where someone etched U SUCK KATY in the concrete. But look at the bright side: maybe my little kitty blood won’t get everywhere. I’m sure it’s a real bummer to hear about a kitty dying. I’m sorry to burden you with the details of my imminent, excruciatingly painful death.
I would like to climb up this tree again and press my darling whiskers against the flowers, but I know I won’t climb this or any other tree ever again because I am about to drop to the ground and die from massive internal and external bleeding. There doesn’t seem to be a cloud in the sky, and the pink and white blossoms here on this limb that I am barely holding on to for dear life are quite lovely. I will say that if I do meet my maker today, it couldn’t happen on a more beautiful afternoon. Most of my time has been spent hanging from this tree by one teeny paw, trying not to die. I haven’t done much of anything at all, really. I don’t really know, though, as I have never tried to wash blood out of anything. My bloodstains probably wouldn’t wash out. Of course, I won’t feel it if you step on my mid-section and force all my organs to squeeze out my mouth like soft serve strawberry frozen yogurt-because I will be dead, but I would hate for you to get my soft kitty fur or thick kitty blood on your shoes, especially if they are your fancy leather work shoes.
#Hang in there cat poser crack#
I am probably going to fall from this limb and crack my tiny skull on the sidewalk below. And although I appreciate your interest in my struggle, I’m almost certain I won’t be able to hang onto this limb with my little paws for much longer.
I, Hang in There Kitty, am pretty sure this will be the day that I will fall to my death.
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