This one permeates me.

"After all these years,
Of climbing mountains and peers,
I finally come to realisation.
In my final hours of manifestation,
I have consumed the truth.
With all my might I have
to say,
I shall turn back at the
break of day,
I confess,
I am a celestial,
But I am also…
EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL!"

I had my dad scan these poems for me when I visited home. I wrote both in two respective days at nine years old. Carrying the page back from London was extremely nervewracking, especially given how delicate it is and how much stuff I had to simultaneously fit in my bag.

Well you don’t have to ask me twice!

How likely is a Siamese looking? I shall settle for a ragdoll if needs be

Thank you! Is the breed customisable