Some girls just don’t care about getting roses. You have to find a vase to put them in, and then they die. So basically they’re hard work and don’t last… not a great metaphor for a relationship is it? But a bouquet of kittens (much like a bouquet of unicorns) lasts forever. It’s a much better symbol… my love for your is like a house full of cats… loud, messy, definitely smelly, but I couldn’t bare to part with it—even if the town says I have to.