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Milford Sound by Erik Streufert
My cat is a vicious beast.

But only to me.
I’ve always warned my friends that if you play with my cat, she will tear them up.
No. Not even close, she plays with them like they’re made of paper. While I’m sitting here with a cat attached to my arm like I’m a chew toy.

This isn’t a complaint. She’s been at it for a decade and I couldn’t be more immune at this point. I’m literally sitting here with her teeth sunk into my arm not giving a fuck. And she’s purring.

My beastie. 😸

We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via themoonflowers)