Dearest Chloe:

Oneday , another at that you werent to happy..
So my dearest cat monty and i decided to make you a series to cheer you up.
It was well forgotten about until this evening when once again you appeared to be in a fragile state.
So in tradition...

Here is the chloe you are a spunkrat and a raging dyke series just..for you.

After making matching hats i snuck up to suggest the idea of a series to my cat...

HE took it upon himself to re-enact a somewhat emo Kalvin Klien Kat he saw once known as KKK

And then with the grand finale the writing mysteriously changed too.......

DRUMROLL

And there.

IS the complete series.

I love the sound of pouring rain on a tin roof.
I love the sound the shutter of a camera makes when its clicked. i love listening to music so beautiful it makes me want to cry. i love traveling, i love it when my friends suprise me with a great big smile , and i love it when they will let me act like a young crazy lunatic around the m , i love waking up very morining and imaging myself roaming the streets of paris , and i love going to sleep each night with the same thought. I love it when someone makes me cry so hard because the feeling once its all out of my system is incredible. I love trying to play my guitar even when i cant  and i love finding a small tune that i actually can play , and then playing it over and over and over again. I love it when there is a letter for me waiting quietly in the letterbox and i love opening it even more, i love it that i can actualy ask my mum if i can forge her signature because i skipped sport , and i love it beacause she sais yes. I love it when i love someone so much that there abscence only makes me love them more, i love strangers and i love meeting new people so much that  i odnt know why i even know people. I love it when i get in trouble at shcool and dont care and  ilove it even more when i dont get in trouble. I love coming home and crawling into my bed and reflecting upon everything that has happened in the day. I love discovering new things. I love suprises and i love it that i still have such clear images of telling santa that thats all i wanted for christmas. I love it that ican still remember every single thing i got in my stocking when i was 7 years old and that i still have many of those things. I love it that i find it so hard to part with aything that is mine , and that if i do i replace it with something even better. I love my shcool and the people i have gotton to know through it. I love plane trips and sectret admireres ,and having gigantic crushes on people and them never knowing. i love the way everytime i listen to jeff buckley i am filled with an incredible feeling that i cant even begin to comprehend. i love listening to music so loud i cant hear myself sing. i love the cute smile my mum gives me when she drops me off at shcool and i love the bigger smile she gives when i tell here i love her out of the blue. I love imaginging what i might have been in a past life,  i love the feeling i get when someone i really want to talk to signs in on the internet. I love painting and drawing wild pictures and even thou they look like shit i love that it was a brilliant idea once in my head. I love beautiful people and the way they make me want to be a better person. I love Seeing people juggle and wishing i could also do it. I love it when people confidently do something they are brilliant at and i love the people that are confident even if they arnt that amazing. I love it that my bad is like a treasure chest and that i never really know exactly whats in there. I love my cats eyes, infact i love eyes in general. I love how fascinating some people habits are and that sometimes i cant drag my eyes away.  i love getting letters, or even unexpected notes. i love having nights so good that you can't stop smiling the next day. i love making lists to list everything i think. i  i love dreaming of the places i might never get to, and i love not recognizing the fact that i might never get there. i love the way the sky is never ending, i love doing little things to make other people smile, and i love being nice to strangers.  but i love looking in your eyes even more. i love not making sense, but having fun while doing it, and i love thinking up scenarios that will definitly never happen in a million years. .  . i love realising what beauty there is in life , and i love helping others realise it even more. i love playing and dancing in the rain.  i love when my hands are cold, and i hold someone's warm hands.i love kissing people and the journey of awkward intimacy that has to come before hand. I love it when i see someone get so much enjoyment out of something. I love cutting my hair off but now theres not much left to cut . I love writing letters and to secretly watch people read them.I love it when i am leant a movie and i watch it over and over again. I love the feeling of satisfaction when i acheive something i have strived hard to do. I love my friends . Although sometimes some of them make me feel like fucking shit and i try and hold back the tears , afterwards it only makes me stronger. i love movies that take me somewhere else, i love books that take me somewhere else even more.  i love things i have to think about to understand, and i love understanding things i dont have to think about I love seeing people i  used to know and smiling at there scowling faces. I love what i have become in the sense that i openly do not care anymore. I love the feeling of evolving into something wonderful and i love seeing others do the same. I love seeing old photos of people i dont even know. I love the markets and fossicking around in other people junk , i love it when my neighbor tells me stories ta have no relevance to anything we have previously discussed and  ilove it when they are relevant even more, i love it that no one will probaly read this the whole way through and how it makes me laugh for some strange reaosn.I love laughing so loudly and strongly for so long that i feel ill once i have finally stoppedI love seeing people i havnt seen for such a long time and hardly being able to recognise the,. I love it when i notice beautiful hands and how it makes me want to hold them.Ilove feeling passionate about something. I love doing drama with hannah because she is so confident and fun to do it with . i love noticing tin details that other people wouldnt notice . i love watching movies over and over and over again.I love it when i get to dress up and i love it when i am dressed normally and people actually stop me on the street and asked what i am supposed to be dressed as. i love meeting snobby people and the pleasure i get if i can actually make them smile . I love snide comments and i love it when i say something fakely lovely back just to piss them off. i love the way i really cant play pool yet i seem to do really well all the time. I love knitting and i love the man in krishnas who is so slow and carefull in everything he does .I love the smell of a metal spoon after its finished stirring vanilla tea. I love having conversations with people i dont know a thing about , i love my music , and i love the people who have helped me to discover some of it. I love raindrops on flowers in the morning. I love baby photos of my friends and i love people interpretations of art , i love how the amount of spelling mistakes in this post is utterly ridiculous, and i love the people who have actually had the patience to read it the whole way throu.

Above all i love that once i start thinking of the things i love i just cant stop and i love the way it has made me feel now. I love it that there are so many htings in the world that i love and this list really could be never ending.I love the feeling of love.