Maybe, although my heart is a kitten of butter, I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.
Kitten, you need to make a decision. Either we stay here and behave or we leave now and I promise you”—his voice dipped lower and the words fell against my lips—“if we leave, I won’t behave.
Kitten. " His voice was thick with something I couldn't name. "This is the part. . . where you don't have a choice.
There is no more intrepid explorer than a kitten.
. . . as lonesome as a kitten in a wash-house copper with the lid on.
You hold the ones you love close and fight the battles you can win, and that, Kitten, is how it is.
You sense and feel something different than I do, even if we lick the same kitten.
Tell me, Kitten. ” That deep, smooth voice brushed over me like a physical caress. “Shall I leave now, or wait until later?
Every natural movement is graceful. Did you ever watch a kitten at play?
The trouble with a kitten is that it eventually beomes a cat.
I have just been given a very engaging Persian kitten. . . and his opinion is that I have been given to him.
Giving a reader a sex scene that is only half right is like giving her half a kitten. It is not half as cute as a whole kitten; it is a bloody, godawful mess. A half-good sex scene is not half as hot; it actually moves into the negative numbers, draining any heat from the surrounding material.
You cannot rob robbers with a kitten in your hat!
I love your hands,' he sighed. 'You think I look like an angel? Well, Kitten, your hands are my heaven and your eyes are my home. '" (Bones)
I like BuzzFeed, and I understand the pressure that online reporters are under. But I think everyone agrees that, despite all the awesome kitten gifs, they're still obligated to be skeptical of government officials and ask the right questions.
A kitten is in the animal world what a rosebud is in the garden.
I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballet-mongers.
Kitten, you still haven’t told her? Blimey, what are you waiting for?” “The Second Coming of Christ!” I snapped.
I had rather be a Kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I had rather heare a Brazen Candlestick turn'd, Or a dry Wheele grate on the Axle-tree, And that would set my teeth nothing an edge, Nothing so much, as mincing Poetrie.
I want to know all of you, Kitten. What you show me, and what you try not to.