Cat

"She rubs up against my leg. She must be lonely. She must want
something.
I pat her head. I rub her soft fur. I hold her, cradled, in my arms.
She wriggles from my grip when she’s had enough. She wanted
to feel loved. That is all.
A ball of string flies across the room. This is appealing to her.
Something better has come along."


-TRASHRAGLITMAG