Fur. Ears. Tails.

Snooty faces with whiskers.

Cats possess all these things.

Lovable friendly creatures.

I hold them and pet them.

They never leave my side.

Constantly seeking my attention.

But...

They scratch and claw.

They bite and hiss.

They wiggle their noses just like this.

Obsessive some call me, creepy too.

I scream, “I know! I know! I just can't quit!”

I love them so much.

So what I have twenty, thirty, maybe forty cats.

Cat shirts, mugs, stuffed corpses. You name it. I have it all.

They crawl around my house, my bed, my body.

I squeeze them.

I lay them to rest in their little beds.

With itty bitty beanies to warm their heads.

Although they're all great,

There's one I hold dearest in my heart.

His name's Lennie.

But I call him my little buddy.

It's purr tickles my arms.

I love it so much.

I hold them and pet them.

It loves me just like I love it.

I pet them and squeeze them.

It will never leave me.

Not like my girlfriend did.

I hold them.

Not like my family did.

I pet them.

This little guy will love me forever.

I squeeze them.

Its cries pierce my ears.

I hold them and pet them and squeeze them.

Bones cracking and blood...

Blood.

My tears drip onto my little buddy.

I hold them.

I pet them.

I squeeze them.

Then they leave.