it's been raining the past few days.
i love the rain.
i love the rain drops kissing the concrete,
and the sounds that they make.

i was walking home just now,
and i saw a small kitty cat,
a few months old,
no bigger than the size of my feet.
and it was crying.
meow-ing.

it was drenched.
and he looked weak, tired.
his eyes were sad.

i waved to kitty,
and smiled,
and told him to wait for me.
i went to buy him some food.

kitty didn't listen.
i came back, less than 2 minutes,
and he was gone.

i searched for him.
for half an hour.
with the packet of whiskas in my hand.
i meowed.
looked in the drains as well.

i couldn't find him.

i sat next to a tree, soaking wet,
and cried.
with his packet of food still in my hands.

the rain's beautiful
but
i'm sorry kitty cat that you didn't get to eat.

imaginary friend: what you thinking about?
me: stuffs.
i.f: what sort of stuffs?
me: loads of them. stuffs that i wouldn't talk to you about.
i.f: how's that so?
me: because you don't really exist. you're made up. *points to head* here.
i.f: but i can think. and therefore we can share.
me: i doubt it.
i.f: yeah?
me: yeah.
i.f: how come?
me: because you're smoking a fake pot.

*i.f blows bubbles into the air.*

i.f: yyyeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh............

Haaarrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

i'm a dustbunny!

what's you?

*smiles*