Whenever the cat and I are just chilling in my room and he just decides that it's time to leave and hops off my bed... I feel so torn,
like,
part of me wants to let him go.
To be all rude and disgusted and scoff in a sarcastic manner "You little b****.You'll be back." while updating my facebook status on how I'm forever alone.
Then there's the other part... the part that longs to lunge at him, drag him back to the bed and chain him there while proclaiming in my outside voice:
"HE KNOWS TOO MUCH."