10 parts Ongoing MatureHe'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.