I adopted you when you would have been homeless, cold, hungry, and covered in fleas. I didn't give you up when my horrible boyfriend told me to "ditch" you or give you up for adoption, because after only 3 months you were mine. You were my baby, and you were all I had. I didn't leave you with relatives when I moved: I took you with me. I've kept you safe, fed, warm- I play with you every day to keep you alert. I've loved you since day one. And all I'd like in return is a little affection. But no, you're too busy being a little shit. Every single one of my friends has a boyfriend or doesn't like me anymore, and I always feel so alienated. It would be nice if, for once, you'd maybe hang out with me when I'm alone. But whatever, if I was gone tomorrow you would never notice. Stupid fucking cat.