this naughty little thing gave me the most stressful day
of my life,
when I could not find her anywhere inside the house before
I had to lock the doors and go to work...
ending in a full day of worrying about her whereabouts,
imagining the worst case scenarios, feeling the ultimate guilt,
regret, and disappointment in myself ...
yet after sprinting home from the train station
she came to greet me as if nothing was wrong ...
I burst into tears from relief yet
she looked at me as if I was mad...
cats, why do we still love them ?