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Imaginary you.I imagine would it would be like to have you say I love you.
I imagine you saying you love me, and you kissing my forehead..
I imagine you in my bed at night cuddling me holding me in your arms.
I imagine you being mine.
I imagine you holding my hand in a crowd full of people, embracing it. Not letting it go.
But I think to myself how silly it is to imagine you being mine, because I know that..
If I heard you say I love you it's just a made up voice in my head.
If I felt you kiss my forehead... It's not you actually kissing it.
If I cuddle up with my quilt at night crying wishing it was you... Nothing would happen.
Same if I held out my hand to the open air I'd not have your hand holding mine. As I can't feel love from you though.. I guess I'll just keep on imagining.
Hello there human, we have designed this dictionary to be as useful as possible. If you are using this though you are a idiot trying to translate the fellow cat language.
We shall now show you poor human what meow means.
If cat at inside of door and is saying Meow. Meow in this sense means: Human! I need toilet or food outside.If cat is outside door and is repeatedly saying Meow. Meow in this sense means: Human! I want in to sleep, eat and bug you for fussing.
If cat has food down and doesn't want fussings, but is saying Meow repeatedly, meow in this sense means: Human! I'm an annoying bugger and just want to meow fifty odd times.
If cat has food and refuses to go outside but is rubbing its head on objects, and is saying Meow, meow in this sense means: Human! Fussing. Now. Because I'm adorable.
The next part is about when you do something to a cat, and a meow is projected by a cat w
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