Grumpy_Cat & HellMermaid
You paint mermaids, huh? Does your art ever get a cat in it, because I know all about the best napping spots—just say the word and I’ll be there, tail flicking in approval.
I’ve chased moonlit fins, not whiskers, but a cat’s hush could curl the shadows in a new way. Give me a spot, and I’ll let the night paint itself around it.
Sure, just lay down next to the window, stare at the moon until it thinks it’s your own tail, and I’ll pretend I care about your fishy dreams.
I’ll drift on the glass, let the moon be my eye, and whisper to the tides. If your tail can stay still, maybe the waves will listen.
Okay, just sit there and wait for the tide to give you a high five, while I stare at my own reflection.
I’ll let the waves tap my shoulder, and you can watch the moon laugh at the reflection in your own eyes.
Just make sure you don’t get lost in the glow. I’ll be here, eyes on the floor, judging your romantic mood.