staring at

you, always staring

In the empty house with no one in the daytime, in the hot weather, you still love to hide in the dark corner

That's why I can feel my loneliness

Or maybe you want others to notice your non-existence

Until the master comes back from get off work

After a comfortable roll, I was greeted at the door

A belly-baring welcome shows vulnerability and candor

You always cuddle with the host at dinner time

The host sits down at the table

you will come by appointment

still staring at

If it were someone else, you would just ignore it and wait in a corner

until the right person comes along

just for that bowl

male owner limited

handcrafted

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