







He's four years younger, follows me around like a shadow, and calls me "Mommy" when no one's listening. Not in a weird way-okay, maybe a little weird. But weird in that adorable, clingy, wide-eyed way that only he can pull off. Ever since he was twelve, he's been obsessed with me. Not like those creepy obsessions you hear about-his is softer. Sweeter. He'd do anything to be near me. Purr like a cat when I pat its head. Sleep by my lap like I'm his favourite place in the whole world. And look at me with those big, devoted, puppy-cat eyes like I hung the stars just for him. I should push him away. I really should. But how can I, when he calls me "his mommy" in that quiet voice and curls up in my lap like I'm his safe place? I was just supposed to babysit him. Now he's all grown up. Taller. Handsomer. Still obsessed. And maybe, just maybe... I don't want him to stop. "I'll always be your human cat, Mommy. Even when I'm big enough to carry you." Warning: Contains excessive fluff, possessive purring, emotional clinginess, and an elder girl who can't help but care for her obsessive kitten-boy.
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