Why is it that my only friend is you?

I cradled the fluffy cat in my arms. Her soft body rubbing against my cotton sweater. Rocking her back and forth I protected her. She was my baby, she was my friend, she was my life.

What do I do to make more?

I looked at the cat’s face. Beautiful. Round. Her precious eyes staring into mine with nothing other than kindness, not a peck of judgement hidden behind her stare. Why people couldn’t be as kind, I never knew.

Why won’t people be my friend?

I held the cat up above my head, her sweet little purr louder as she got close to my ears. I held her up, holding her little chest softly. Her little legs dangling. She was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Why am I so lonely?

I set the cat on the bed as she gently kneaded my sheets and lay down. I watched her as she fell asleep. Softly I patted her spine and left the room. As quiet and careful as I could be, I walked down to the basement where she was waiting. The girl whimpered, tears staining her face, her long blonde hair messy. She tried to scoot away but her bindings held her quick. I walked up to her, smiling.

Oh, I was lonely, but not for long.

🩵