I'm currently watching a friend's cat. My friend needed to have someone keep him for about a month while he's in the process of moving. I agreed, despite the fact that I am allergic to cats.
I was nervous. The last cats I had here gave me hideous hives all over my arms and made it kinda hard to breathe. I probably should have just said no to the dude, but...I can't help it, I fall for puppy eyes.
But this cat...he gets me. We have a system in place. He knows that he can't come near me, and he's almost respectful about it. However, I am a girl, which means whenever I see something cute, I want to hug it and pet it a lot. So this cat and I have developed a routine; he stays near me all the time, but doesn't touch me. When I watch a movie, he's there- just on the other end of the couch. When I eat at my table, he's there- just sitting on the chair directly across from me. And when I go to sleep, he's there- just on the chair next to my bed.
Maybe it's because I'm stoned out of my mind, but I just realized that my relationship with the cat is pretty much the story of all my past relationships or love affairs: close, but never quite touching.
...I hope that makes sense in the morning. :)
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