OK, I lied. I lied thruf my teef and then sum.
I lied thruf my whiskers and claws and my hair.
Thruf is: I wuz in lubs, badli, like south to north,
da magnetic or battery thingie. Worse, in fact.
I had dreems, reems uf dem, abouts you,
and yes, I had hopes 2 of course. I hads to
shed my entire self 2 gets ovah you. I even
cried liek a hooman, for days. I nearly
spaded myself in despairs, losin hairs
like a stressed-out scholar, whose papurs
left da building, and then sum. I waited
on my self, gave it rashional arguments,
liek “thear can be no bones! not a singul one!”
clear like a crystal, harsh liek a stone, I ruled
“you cannot haves no-one!” to which no-one
responded, there were no replies 2 my
unsaid statements. My hole lifes at stakes,
it felt like, so unscholarli, very unproffeshional,
dis piece uf mind at stake, myself, whatevur
kitteh bwain wuz left, nuffin but shame.