Hello beautiful people. It is a beautiful day out here. The tussle between the clouds and the mighty sun is enough for me to call it beautiful.
Before starting over with something new. This post is more like a continuation of the previous post.
Here is a short summary of it for those who are lazy just like the creature i.e. cat: A stray cat came out of nowhere few years ago, and now, it has become the house owner. That is why I love to call her - the poetess. Her rebellious nature and chicken overy anything is the reason behind it. But, being a narccissist, I am not letting her have all the aura. So, I have become a Paparazzi for her. Now, her infant is ready to take over the stage, hashtag soon to be the pirnce.
Story Continues
Last night, I came home late. There is nothing wrong it it; however, I am not actually living in my own home. The owner of the house - my aunt, not the poetess - does not like it. She says "better come early or spend the night outside". Anyways, I climbed through the back wall. I guess, I can be a good thief in future, if nothing succeeds. I would love to be a thief with moral values tho. JK! Though, these kind of jokes are the expression of our supressed feelings.
Forget about it. On my burglary, I saw the owner of the house standing there - the poetess this time - performing some sort of devilish activity. God knows, I literally got scared at that time. Yes, a grown up man was about to shout out his lungs. However, my paparazzi clicked in before the shouting part, and here is the work.
I still do not know, what in the seven world was she doing with her tongue out. As usual, I made those "psst" and "kicch" sounds, but all in vain. I wanted to click more, but now, I was genuinely scared. So, I just went inside.
Moving froward, after a sound sleep, I woke up and went to the poetess's throne. And thank GOD, she was all normal. Though, first pose was once again the tongue out.
At least this time, she was yawning and not performing any absurd activity.
Being her Paparrazi, I got her really well this time. Her reaction says it all.
The look says it all: "YO, hoooman, you are lucky; right now I am drunk on chicken dreams to deal with you." Like she did not even move an inch. She did not care at all. Why would she? Queens do not flee from photographers; they simply tolerate then. The throne is hers, the kingdom is hers, next generation is in the making, and to her, I am just another unpaid employee disturbing her royal nap.
That is all for today.
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Peace 🕊️
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