Do not disappoint me.

I pace back and forth, calling out to you with everything I have. My legs tire with fatigue, constantly traversing the wooden floor but still you do not appear.

I begin to feel doom, the impending ominous feeling strangling my organs, slamming into my stomach and causing my body to tremble.

Perhaps you will not come to my rescue.

Perhaps you will abandon me, as I once was.

Perhaps you will not-

A door opens.

Footsteps hurry downstairs.

And there you appear.

Hope rushes into my soul, pouring itself all over my previous bitter anguished thoughts - like how I was going to deliberately defecate the floor in honour of your silly delay.

Hope truly is the bridge between despair and joy.

You mumble an apology before reaching into the cupboard and swiftly pouring a bowl of the finest cat food money can buy, and I push you out of the way to begin satiating my hunger.

Stupid human. Why must you so needlessly complicate such a simple routine?

When I am done devouring my breakfast, I will proceed to devour your curtains with my claws of destruction.

Such trivial foolishness.