Saturday, December 29, 2007
so kasha has this ball. when it was new, it was a purple fur covered ball with a white feather plume coming out of one side and a bell inside. it was soft and fuzzy. several months later, the feather is gone. she ate it. she loves to eat feathers. the soft purple fur is not soft, it's matted and sort of disgusting. and where the feather was, there is a hole. a big hole. the bell doesn't make it's bell noise anymore, it just sort of rattles around. she loves it more than anything. maybe more than she loves me. i find it all over the apartment: in her food bowl, in her litter box, in my bed, in the shower. mostly it's under things, where it remains for weeks at a time. i recently recovered her ball from under my desk, where it had laid in hiding for upwards of a month. it's been around for about a week now, her favorite thing. she runs around the apartment with it in her mouth, growling. she puts it in her cardboard box and jumps in after it. she deposits it on me while i lay on the couch and then bats at it from the back of the couch. she drops it at my feet. a second ago, she came running to me with it in her mouth, meowing. i have replaced the ball with other balls of the same exact make and model. they lay around the apartment in pristine condition. she wants nothing to do with them. she wants HER BALL. while her ball was missing, however, she began the process of kashaizing a new one. the feather is half-eaten. the fur is still in tact. but once i found her ball, it was neglected again. watching her play with her ball brings me more joy than anything else ever has. i sit and smile, watching her throw it behind my dresser, watching her bat at it in her box, watching her run around with it in her mouth. my cat is the most precious creature on the face of the planet. i love her more than i think is humanly possible to love anything ever. i don't think i will ever love a man as much as i love her, my kasha, my monster. and i'm ok with that. i could die alone as long as i have my baby monster.
and that is the truth. the whole truth. she has my heart. my whole heart. she is the embodiment of all i will ever love in the universe. it is all i can do to not kiss her as often as possible. when i think about leaving her alone to go to jersey in 13 hours, i feel guilty. like she should be coming with me everywhere. like i am an incomplete person without her.
i will never love anything or anyone as much as i love my monster. never. never. never...
and that is the truth. the whole truth. she has my heart. my whole heart. she is the embodiment of all i will ever love in the universe. it is all i can do to not kiss her as often as possible. when i think about leaving her alone to go to jersey in 13 hours, i feel guilty. like she should be coming with me everywhere. like i am an incomplete person without her.
i will never love anything or anyone as much as i love my monster. never. never. never...
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