

MeetingMisterCat Sheets of rain lash the court yard, backed by rolls of thunder. Indistinct shapes run for cover beneath the roofed benches surrounding the clearing, shielding themselves with umbrellas, briefcases and newspapers.MeetingMisterCat
Pattering across the brazen cobbles, a cat. The rain doesn't bother this cat, even if he is soaked to the skin. His black coat is sleek with rainwater, and drops flick from the tips of his ears as he passes. His green eyes are still sharp, and he has a certain spring in his step. His charisma humbles those who have fled for shelter; he passes them as a prince passes h
Thank you so much for peeking by my humble gallery, commenting and favoriting some of my work, I truely appreciate it
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St. Francis said,
“A man who uses his hands is a laborer. One who uses his hands and mind is a craftsman. He who uses his hands, and his mind, and his heart is an artist.”
WELCOME TO DA!~~
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I don't know what I'm saying. I never know what I'm saying... - River Tam, Serenity (2005)
thankyou, speak to ya soon
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Don't make me shove this piece o´Triforce up yer ASS....DUDE!
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~Whack-A-Cucco-Club
~Zelda-OC-Club
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