Novel & Cerita My Cat Wont Leave Me Alone

They say a cat chooses its owner not the other way around. There is no way I can negotiate the glasses of water and plates with cake and the little fella. I take him up in the crook of my arm with the cakes. Immi seems to think it’s adorable and funny, then I go back for the glasses of water all the while kitten follows me. “What is he going to do when I go back home in the morning?” I lay in bed; he is now snuggled up between my legs. I have pulled the duvet up since he has razor claws.

My eyes grew large and my mouth dropped open in shock. "I will return back to my home, alone, you're no better than gum on my shoe," he spouted. I slapped him hard across his face and said,"fuck you, enjoy being all alone with all your belongings." His eyes narrowed and he huffed,"oh I shall, little witch." He vanished from before me and it felt as if half my being was torn from myself. It caused me to drop to my knees and gasp. Fussy bottoms meowed loudly and rubbed herself against me for comfort. Well that or she wanted her canned food. I determined it to be that latter when she followed me into the kitchen and scratched at the cupboard that contained her din dins. I opened a can of savory

I trail off and turn to look behind me to stare at the stunning sky high view from her condo window. “You’re scared of losing him and it’s totally understandable” She assures me and puts her arms around me in a comforting gesture. I gladly sink into her embrace as the cat starts purring for her attention and I stare at it with disapproval. What an attention-seeking cat! Fuck off, she’s mine! I glare at the cat whilst it keeps on looking at me with its innocent sapphire blue eyes. Ok, don’t judge me. I’m very possessive of my best friend. This often makes me wonder; how the fuck will I manage when Ava finally gets married or better yet starts dating?

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.

NICO I’ve never been the kind of man who waits for anything. In my world, you see what you want and you take it. Either by force or by submission. But Kitty had been under my skin for three long months, and I still hadn’t made a move. She was the only reason I kept coming back to Sanctum. That sleek black leather cat mask she never removed during her sets. The way she moved across the stage like she owned every pair of eyes in the room. She never let anyone touch her. Never let anyone see her real face. That mystery, that control — it made my obsession grow stronger every single time I watched her.

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.