A WRITER’s life, with CAT
By OLDMAN CAT: I love you and want to cuddle with your face-hole.
SEK: I love you too but do you smell that?
OLDMAN CAT: Smell what I love you.
SEK: Trash.
OLDMAN CAT: What is “trash” I love you.
SEK: It’s the thing that lives in the bucket downstairs.
OLDMAN CAT: What is “bucket” I love you.
SEK: If I go downstairs what am I going to find?
OLDMAN CAT: Nothing never leave me I love you.
SEK: I’m going to regret going downstairs aren’t I?
OLDMAN CAT: It was already broken I love you.
SEK: What was “already broken”?
OLDMAN CAT: What is “broken” I love you.
SEK: “Broken” is when a thing was once one thing and is now many.
OLDMAN CAT: Look into my purring eyes I love you.
SEK: God damn it.
OLDMAN CAT: Done.