Of Cat And Monkey (2)

i used to call her the Cat. A cat has 9 lives and she did.

She rises everytime she falls, stronger for it. Surprises her foes, friends along her or none at all, she'd claw and hiss, she ripped, she bit.

Scars engraved in her skin hidden by the soft, fragrant fur, making her look as the unblemished lass before you, giving a meek, low purr...

She thinks these hidden scars make her uglyunlovableunworthydespicable but hell, they just make you want to love her more.

She thinks these flaws are a license for others to hurt her, that she deserves pain, forgetting that those are her stripes—marks...