"Yanks, what's up with you? Do you want to eat or not?" I grumbled. "Stupid cat."
Alone and single. With this dumb cat.
"Meow," it growled back.
Meow.
Meow, yourself.
The cat walked away. Again. It jumped onto the armchair in the living room before proceeding to clean its nether regions.
"Fine," I called after it. "I'm leaving the food in the kitchen. I gotta make myself some dinner. If I starve, you starve, you got that?"
Yanks purred contentedly, successfully ignoring me entirely.
"Lovely."
Mac n' cheese, it was.
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Alone At Last
Humorbeing alone isn't that bad. /cats are ok /too many thoughts /but in the end people are /sweet /simple /dreaming in /easy yet complex /alone with my thoughts
