*hugs*
It's a beautiful poem. I can feel the utter loss in it. It hits close to home as one of my cats is very sick and I fear losing her because I have a close bond with her.
*hugs more*
Lemons or apples?
Furry or scaly?
Movie or play?
Explosions???
Dragons???
Christmas or birthday?
Cabin in the woods or house in the city?
How many cats did it take to write this message? Ferrets? Dragons?
Medea closes her eyes, a slight yellowish, orangish red gleam coming from them. This was going quite well. She'd have plenty to report to Madam President.
Medea smiled listening to the hum of conversation as medics rush around Siylna and Victor. She considers sending a message but decides to wait. Better leverage this way.