I exhale.
Smoke fills the midnight air.
Not from my cigarette, but from my house.
She did it again.
Burnt it.
"I wanted to cook for mew", she said. "Myaster, I'm sorry".
What the fuck is her issue.
I've moved house 7 times now and she keeps following me.
I got a restraining order, but she just said "I have diplomatic immunity" and ignored it.
The police are too scared to intervene.
I haven't ate anything but bunt food in over a year.
Burt food and milk.
Where does she keep getting milk from?
How is it always fresh?
She refuses to let me eat anything she hasn't 'cooked', refuses to let me drink anything else.
"Myaster, its byad for youw", she says.
Then she insists I stroke her.
And pet her.
And call her a good girl.
She keeps asking for my milk.
I don't have any milk.
I have nothing but this damned cat who won't leave me alone.
