dear lily love victoria’s face

dear lily,

hi, yeah. victoria’s face here. listen, we need to talk.

you know that dance we do? the one where you get tired and go to sleep on me?
and i get tired but somebody is sleeping on me so i can’t roll over because
princess lily need her comfy bed and her precious sleep.

i know i know. being a kitty is hard. you eat and you sleep and you chase all
of the  moths that make it in through the front door when i come home. not a
few of them. all of them. your work ethic knows no bounds.

and i don’t mean to sound ungrateful. because i’m not. i’m cold. you’re warm.
there’s a possibility for symbiosis there that even i can’t deny. well,
shouldn’t deny.

because i am denying. denying that this works for me. i know it may sound
cliche at the moment, but i promise it’s not you. it’s me.

i have needs just like every other face. the need for food. the need for
water. the need to have a nose not choked with the dander of a loved one.

not that i don’t love your dander. if i were to have to choose among the dead
skin cells of all of those close to me, yours would be at the top of the
list.

you know that i still love you in my own way. and i still totally want to be
friends. when you’re sleeping anywhere not on me, i will gaze down at you and
smile. because i can breathe. mostly because i can breathe but also because
we’re still totally cool and friends like that.

with all kinds of love and affection and less mucus,
victoria’s face

*this was not written by me, but by cordx once he learned of my battle with the lovely Lily insisting on sleeping on my face.

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