Dear Kitten, You’ve asked me to stop contacting you. You’ve told me my messages will never change things between us. B-But I can’t, Kitten. I can’t just… let you go. Even Darth Vader, an evil Sith Lord, couldn’t leave his son to die at the end of Return of the Jedi.

You make me feel so safe, Kitten. So warm. I want to crawl up inside you. Like Luke Skywalker crawled up inside his tauntaun to protect himself from the sub-zero temperatures of Hoth, where the Rebel Alliance was hiding from the Galactic Empire.

Moberton

moe+cat=moecat x 47= moecat47