tylerpierce (tylerpierce) wrote,

Down the river

I slapped the top of his head and shouted at him, "Bad kitty!" He ran, and I scooped him up to drop him in his box. He looked panicked and afraid. I was angry at him, and chased him when he ran.

In the living room I picked him up again and apologized. He's been more faithful than anyone and is entitled to his tantrums. He has loved me since I met him.

He is what's left of my soul. When he's gone, I'll be a terror.
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