BOX

Yesterday, in an alley, I found a little box.

And in that box I found, the fluffiest fluff there ever was. A fluffy little fox.

I did the only thing any self respecting catgirl would do.

I pushed the fox aside and sat in the box too.

LICK

Lick. My hand is now clean. Lick. My fur's fluffed up.

Someone bats and paws at my hair. I hiss at her to stop.

Lick. My fur is straight. Lick. My fur's shiny.

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The little vixen licks my leg. I get it, you're cute and tiny.

Lick. The dirt is gone. Lick, so's the loose fur.

Someone keeps on licking my leg. I look down and glare at her.

JIIIIIIIIIIII~

Two golden glowing eyes stare up from below.

Fine, you want to play this game? Don't blink. If you do, I'll know.

Languidly, she stretches. Her eyes stay fixed on mine.

Seconds pass without us blinking. A minute. I lose track of time.

I'm not gonna lose, you little fluff. I'm a cat, I never blink.

She slowly lowers one of her eyelids, not quite closing it into a wink.

Grr, this little vixen. She's getting on my nerves.

The ears on her head swivel. Swerve and swivel, swivel and swerve.

I try not to focus on her hypnotic dance.

But my eyes drift to her ears as if I'm in a trance.

Don't blink, Nya. Don't.

I won't blink, I won't.

Jiiiiiiiii~