“Don’t Die, I Love You!”

The young tabby is trying to explain to me that it's not cool to be grabbing at her all the time. Then her mom shows up and she says, "I gotta go, my mom's here and she doesn't trust you. See you around!" As the young tabby leaves with her mom, I wave and call out, "Don't die, I love you!"

I was struck by the existential crisis that my little friend and I are a lot alike. We’re both set in our ways and like hanging out with our moms but to be fair I don’t go to wherever the cats hang out and sit there being adorable until they want to invite me into their crawlspace or whatever only to be like, “Nope, byyyyye!”

The mailman told me his daughter is into cats and says when a cat likes you they’ll emit a chemical and they bond with you for life. I’ve told this cat I still want to know her when I’m 60. She vaulted off me, purred, and untied my shoe. She’s really good at that chemical thing.

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