Today I met a monogamous cat. I was twirling the keys to my Black Saturn Sauntering from my Clients home After making him breakfast And In the wide paved road sat a fluffy orange cat with a pink collar. Staring at me.
I put my keys away and knelt down in the middle of the road. My red converse cracking a bit As I bend down to present my hand. The cat came over when I called Sniffed and let me pet her on the head, neck, and back Nuzzled into my Khaki pants I took this as a sign of friendship naturally, I went to rub this cats belly
oh, boy, was that the wrong move.
The messege was clear. I was not this kitty's owner, And she was having none of my ****.
She left my hand, more blood than skin
I pet her on the head one last time to let her know We could still be friends.
I shouldn't have been so forward.
But how am I supposed to know a species notorious for hedonism produced a monogamous cat?
I am greatful she knows her boundaries that she is comfortable cutting a man When he crosses them.