25. Cleocatra
25
Cleocatra
M y human doesn’t know you love her, but I do .
He crouches low and offers me a few treats he had in his pocket. They’re warm, but I prefer them that way. He doesn’t smell like chicken today. He smells like bad decisions. But the treats. God, these treats. My nose crinkles and my mouth waters when I realize these are made with catnip.
I’m addicted without even tasting them.
My head is in the clouds, and my sense of self is long forgotten.
I’m screaming, hopping on hind legs, and wide-eyed.
Undomesticated , some might say.
He drops them on the ground, and I decide to roll over them before swallowing so the scent can linger on my fur all night.
Dad doesn’t even smile.
Shocking because I’m adorable.
He should be taking a video right now.
Instead, he looks sad. I’m sure he regrets not telling my human he loves her sooner. Unlike me, he doesn’t have nine lives to share these things.
He only has one.