Do you ever get that unbearably overwhelming feeling when you see a character you are obsessed with and you just don’t know what with your self. Like you can’t breath and you end up just squeezing something really tightly. Or is that just me?
When he slept, he dreamed: dark disturbing dreams of blood and broken promises. When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares. The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again. ― Eddard XV, A Game of Thrones.
The first time I read one of my poems out loud was to my cousin’s cat Waffles, who barfed immediately. Any human should feel honored to have provoked a cat feeling, even if that cat feeling was ‘barf.’