Novel & Cerita My Cat Wont Leave Me Alone

Either way, he brushed off my reassurance then left without saying another word. I waited until the bedroom door closed then sunk on the bed, trying to catch my breath. So many things needed to be taken care of and, yet I was stuck in this house smack dab in the middle of nowhere. At least the police had been nice enough to let me stop off at my neighbors and make sure she would take Mr. Meow in. Although with how lonely my elderly neighbor was, I was quite sure I could kiss my cat goodbye. With that depressing thought, I stripped as if I was in a speed race and practically jumped into the bathtub. The hot water seemed to rise and welcome me as its own and I sunk into it with zeal.

➿➿➿➿ My apartment is quiet as I arrive home carrying my lonely groceries for the week. "Mishi?" I ask, dropping my bags on the kitchen counter and looking around for my introverted girl, "Mishi-mishi? I bought you something fun." My white Persian cat jumps out of her castle in the far left corner of my apartment and she stretches for a good ten seconds before walking to me like she's not sure she even likes me. I've only had her for two months, but it feels like she's my baby, so when she grabs the toy I bought for her and she runs back to her castle to play with it, I clap in satisfaction before taking off my hoodie and finally feeling free of the weight.

Cat had a hot guy radar like no one I’d ever met. I filled her in. Just as I finished the long version of my story, the waiter brought us our food. I dug into my steaming bowl of mac and cheese, sure that carbs were the solution to all my problems. Cat shoved a chili-covered fry into her mouth. “I can’t leave you alone for even a single weekend, can I?” she said around her food. “If you ask me, you should never, ever go back there. That’s just asking for trouble.”

So I gave in, gave him that part of me and all,to find out he was lousy in bed, and it wasn't even his first time like he had told me after the fact. Holding back a sniff, I pushed in the front door of the shared living space. It was a nicely decorated hme. I didn't have to bring any furniture, just essential bedding, my personal effects, and my beloved cat, Christopher, that stayed in my room. Mom couldn't even have a cat in her presence, no animals, just in case she went into her' blood fever.' God, I swear if she ate my cat, I think I would be sick.

Answering her questions with a question irritates her, I can tell. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly in a two-can-play-this-game sort of way. “Do you want to stay?” “Depends on if you want me to.” She purses her lips and leans back with a sigh. I close my eyes in a long blink and look away, hating the tension that’s creeping back up on us. I like her. I’ve liked her for years. Years. So why the fuck is it so hard to tell her that? She picks the crust off her grilled cheese, neither of us talking. A sleek white cat jumps up on the counter, trying to steal food from Alyson’s plate. She picks the cat up and puts her down, only to have the cat do the same thing again. And again.

I muttered firmly. Half lie. Half truth. I had to be home before Callahan could walk into the living room, give the cat to my children, and stop Isabella from loving my boss to the moon and back. Although Cotton was a cute Balinese kitten, and like my children, I also fell in love with the tiny feline, I still had to consider Cooper’s health.

Lynette’s POV A soft smile lingers on my lips as I scratch behind the ear of the feline curled in my arms. His fur is plush, warm beneath my fingertips, and the gentle vibration of his purring sends soothing tremors through my body. It’s a peaceful rhythm, one that settles into my bones, quieting the restless thoughts buzzing in the back of my mind. Cats are the best. I nod to myself, firm in this belief.

The building wasn’t fancy by any means, but it was secure and inconspicuous. Opening my door, Alfredo, my cream colored cat sat patiently waiting for our daily ritual. I picked him up and held him like a baby. He purred instantly, alleviating some of the tension I held. I kissed his head and put him on my couch to then drape a blanket over him and the top of the sofa to make a little fort. It was his favorite and something we always did when I came home. Some might think I have some screws loose, I just call it being a great cat mom.

His grip on me was so firm that trying to escape was a waste of time and energy. "Leave me the fuck alone!" I warned but I still wasn't taken seriously by him as his smile only got broader. "Why should I let my kitten loose? She's about to cause a lot of chaos and I can't be held responsible " he said in a low tone that sent shivers down my spine and almost looked like he cooed into my ear. "Call me a kitten one more time and I swear to the moon goddess you won't see with your two eyes tomorrow " I threatened.

It was early, but we were hopeful after four previous miscarriages. She laid unresponsive to my comforting gestures and acts. She pushes away from me when I try to be affectionate in any way. It’s heartbreaking to see her this way and not be able to comfort her, what’s worse is her not WANTING my comfort, her MATE. “Just…just leave me alone tonight Weston, okay? I need some rest and time to think.” Cate sighed in resignation. “Fine.” I growled before leaving her in our bedroom to go clear my head.