The moanings of a lonely boy
Where art thou, Stefanonikas?
Why aren’t thou pleading my forgiveness, after ne’er a passing glance or display of slightest affection in the past week.
Hast thou forsaken my good feline self in favour of one more dashing than I?
Alas! That which I hath spoke be treason!
For it is known, through the lands, that I, Tibby Winston Aloysius, am the most handsome of all catfellow in the vicinity of my abode.
Art thou judging me? Ist it a crime for one such as myself to sound my own trumpet?
I believe not.
I bid thine good selves farewell for now, but not for ever.
