I pad into the living room after grabbing a bite to eat he had left out for me in the kitchen. My eyes didn't have to tell me that he was laying on the couch, channel surfing. I could always just sense where he was and what kind of a mood was enveloping him today. Instead of bounding right to him and demanding attention, I sit in the middle of the room, not looking at him, and licking my right paw. The bell that adorns my neck sang as I move my paw over my ears.
"What are you doing there?"
My slitted blue eyes glance at my companion as he sat up on the couch. I pretend not to hear him and go back to focusing on my dirty tawny paw. I hear a chuckle rise in his throat as he shuffles around.
"C'mere you." He tells me in a soft voice as he scoops me up into his arms, causing me to squeak in surprise. "Are you still mad at me? I didn't mean to step on your tail..."
To be honest I had forgotten all about yesterday and his accidental foot assault on my fluffy tail. I was simply playing hard-to-get. However, remembering this made me push on his chest, in vain of escape.
"Now now." He holds me tighter. "I told you how sorry i was. I even laid out your favorite meal."
Tuna certainly was an excellent attempt to win back my affection, but there was no harm in trying to milk my companion for a bit more. Since struggling proved to be failing, I sit down on his lap, trying to appear indifferent on the subject.
"Come on. You can't stay mad at me forever." His large hand covers my head and starts to massage my ear.
I glance at his face to see his striking smile fall over his face. I knew now that I am beaten. A rolling purr bubbles in my throat, much to my disapproval. I wanted to still be mad at him. To not love him so much. This isn't fair. He comes up with a few good lines and sweet gestures and i turn to pudding.
He pulls me a bit closer and, to my surprise, gives me a kiss on the top of my head. This is it for me. I surrender and nuzzle my face against his as he strokes my back.
Why couldn't I be born different? An angel to take his pain away. A goddess to grant his every wish. Or even just be born like him, so he would never be lonely. To always be with him. To hold him as he cries. To kiss him back when he kisses me.
I can't do any of these things. I can only be with him for the rest of my short life while he lives on.
...All because I'm only a cat...
· Tue Aug 10, 2010 @ 09:05pm · 0 Comments