Meowson Jars

Meow. These containers, they’re all made up.Did I know, Yous? I never did. Never truly did. Does it matter? I didn’t know all of Mes. I know more of Mes, now. Meow. Some days feel best. Today’s not. Yesterday was. Today’s far from even second best. Meow. All in all it ain’t no thing. The thing is that it’s one of those things. Some things. Things come, then they goes. Meow. Like bubbles, they pop, leaving droplets of cold soapy goo. Then gone, forever. A best day is upon again. The bubbles then, one of Mes hoping, they forever gone. The other Mes? oh. Meow. I used to like bubbles. Though the cold soapy goo, me can’t keep up the clean up. Meow. I only know how to lick me. I can only lick me. You can lick yourself. Oh, one of those bubbles.. *POP*. Meow. 🐈