Whenever the cat and I are just chilling in my room and he just
decides that it's time to leave and hops off my bed... I feel so
torn,
like,
part of me wants to let him go.
To be all rude and disgusted and scoff in a sarcastic manner "You
little b****.You'll be back." while updating my facebook status
on how I'm forever alone.
Then there's the other part... the part that longs to lunge at
him, drag him back to the bed and chain him there while
proclaiming in my outside voice:
"HE KNOWS TOO MUCH."