Of cat and men

I think I'm fed up with my cat. It's really disturbing, because I love my cat. I like it. I mean, not as much as I used to like it, but still.

I remember how it used to be at the beginning. I was all over it, cuddled it, though it was the cutest thing ever. I was thrilled that it would come to my bed and purr at night.

I don't think my cat changed much. I mean, it got older, but it's still the same cat. And yet, I'm just tired of having it around. I don't want that many cuddles anymore and when it comes at night all I want to do is sleep and for the cat to leave me alone. I don't want to play with it anymore, but I make tons of effort to take care of it.

I sometimes try and talk to my cat, but seriously, who am I kidding? How can a cat understand what I'm saying? So I just keep on making efforts, hoping it'll get back to what it used to be.

Now read this text again and replace "it" by "him" and "cat" by "man" or "boyfriend". Creepy, huh?

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1 comment:

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