Oh, the struggle...

My human was gone for what felt like catty years.

I can't say exactly how long he was away, but it went dark, then light, then dark, then light again.

I stared out of the window.

I yawned.

I meowed and meowed for him.

I craved ear scratches and chin tickles.


Oh, the loneliness.

Oh, the lack of attention.

I thought he was gone forever.


He returned, today, and I meowed, and headbutted his hand.

I then demanded food, with my loudest meows possible.

I didn't feel the need to see him after that. I have gone outside to do catty dirt.