Sometimes I pretend to die in front of my cat, Tristan, to see how he would react. He almost always circles me once or twice before proceeding to bite me…hard.
This is either his way telling me, “you know I’ll never fall for this shit,” or he’s really just patiently waiting for the first opportunity to eat me.
My dude wears his heart on his face.
Intimacy is…
cradling your cat on bathroom floor and telling him it’ll be ok as he pukes in the toilet.
I’m not too humble to admit that my cat is awesome.
Tristan y moi
