Stray Cat Strut Lyrics Novels & Stories

Tears started brimming my eyes, and at the same time, I heard someone knocking on the door, I opened it, but no one was there. **This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please!!** *

When Blair put the stereo on again, I sang in a low, broken hum along to Etta James’ I'd Rather Go Blind. When we pulled into the driveway, the tabby cat was already waiting on the porch, tail flicking like she was annoyed I'd left at all.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile As I'm walking down the corridor And I know we haven't talked in a while So I'm looking for an open door Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

"Mel, sweetheart, why are you crying? Tell me, please." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pouring every ounce of emotion into my performance. "Honey, I'm so scared… I'm afraid you'll leave me. I'm afraid you won't want me or the baby. I'm terrified that you won't be by our side after the baby is born. I'm scared of losing you…" Tears streamed down my face, staining his hands and making him tear up. He remained silent for a long time before finally hugging me tightly and making a solemn promise. "Mel, don't worry. I'll always stay with you and the baby. I'll never do anything to hurt you. Trust me."

7-year old me say "If they bother you today, come get me and I will handle it I promise," He said hugging me from the side It happened again I freed myself from words never said This road with no end And there's no help, ooh Lost and lonely, strangers know me Better than I know myself So I sit, watching the rain And here I'll stay "Well look who's here the girl who's a mistake," Samantha said smirking "What cat got your tongue little bitch" Samantha's bratty friend says

I left the letter on the edge of his desk and walked away. I didn’t cry. Instead, I kept walking. My legs carried me down familiar corridors, through echoing stairwells, and out into the garden without conscious direction. The air was damp with frost. The roses clung stubbornly to the last of their color, sagging under the weight of the season. In the far corner of the west courtyard, past the laundry wing and the forgotten tool shed, I found them: the stray cats. They had made their nest beneath a stone bench, a little kingdom built from dead leaves, scraps of cloth, and stolen warmth. There were five now. One more than the last time I visited. They stirred as I approached but didn’t run.

“Broken bird, broken wing, all the calmness that you bring. Seems to me like just another day. Struggling just to take flight, the lessons we learned overnight, an empty bed where you no longer lay. Well, how do you find any time to match every word with every rhyme? But if I lose it all for you, was it ever really true? How do I start to tell you the truth of what I do? You’re the one who’s gone and shaped me, the single one who raised me. But does that mean I’ll ever find the truth to set me free? Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, oh. Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, oh!” The crowd starts clapping in time with the song, and some members even shine flashlights as they wave them back and forth.

I whispered at last, the words so soft they barely felt real as they left my lips. He tilted his head slightly, studying me, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and something darker, as if he were weighing the truth of my confession. His voice dropped, low and unfiltered, more honest than gentle. “But you work at the club as a stripper, right? You don’t have a boyfriend. Or were you trying to keep yourself?”

"I just found him around here recently. Whenever I'm passing by, I stop to feed him." Whitney matched his smile. "So, he's a stray?" His voice was as warm as his smile. "Looks like it. He's probably wishing for a home." Watching him with the cat, Whitney felt a tug at her heartstrings. His long lashes cast a shadow over his thoughtful eyes. "Well, let's go then," she said, scooping up the cat with ease. "Meow?" The cat looked puzzled but did not fuss. The man seemed a bit slow on the uptake. "Huh?"