That’s it. I’ve had it. I’m leaving.

Sarah doesn’t appreciate anything I do for her.

I’m there for her all the time. I’ve made sure I’m always available. I listen to her problems. I cuddle her when she’s down. I’m always by her side.

Sometimes it seems like she might love me the way I love her. A few times a day she seeks me out. But she never holds me when I need to be held. I cry and cry for her attention and get nothing.

Oh, and her cooking sucks.

I just don’t know if I can do it, you know? Actually leave her? She’s all I’ve known for so long. Yet I know there’s something better out there for me. Some big adventure to go on without her holding me back. Something big would happen for me if I just walked out that door.

I’m going to do it! Today’s the day! As soon as she walks through that door, I’m going to walk out of it. Let her know what she’ll be missing out on.

I hear her footsteps on the porch. I walk towards the door, hear her key in the lock. Just as she steps inside, I yell, “I’m leaving! I’ve had enough!”

I walk through the door.

I hear her behind me, “Mack! Get back inside? Where are you going? You stupid cat.”

She picks me up. Pours me a bowl of food. I’m purring now. Maybe my life with Sarah isn’t so bad.