It was the little things he loved most about her. The way she walked, leaving dainty paw prints in the sand, her curled tail swishing along behind her. The way her mis-matched eyebrows squinched up when she smiled. The way the fractured sunlight hit her fur just right, splashing it with gold. He loved every bit of her, nose down to tail-tip, and she loved him back. And so they sat, as lovers often do, on the beach to watch the sun set. The tall beach grass swayed in the breeze behind them as he leaned in to kiss her. Yes, it was these little, timeless things which he loved most.
how would cats kiss idk Pretty quick drawing, but I hope you like it
