Before you think I'm a heartless bastard...

[pdage]

I was still fiddling with how my father and I sometimes don't get along today, then I thought about how he loved his cat so much... and how murky the details concerning the cat feeding chore was handled while he would be away at the hospital.

And I realized it's been a month since no one touched the subject.

To be honest, I hate that cat to death. I feel like ordering out every time I think about that cat. But he loves her to death (Hermione is a female after all), and I got scared/nervous at the idea that his beloved cat would have died of starvation because of us. Yeah let's face it, I could not hurt a fly anywa, even if it's that cat.

Called the bro.
- Hey.
- Hey!
- Yeah.
- Whut?
- Hermione.
- ...
- Shit.
- Neighbor?
- Dunno.

This short manly conversation was actually filled with nervous emotions. I was happy to learn that the neighbor in question did keep his word (which I forgot) that he would take care of the cat. I promised him a bottle of Scotch when he confirmed that she was doing just fine though feeling quite lonely.

I felt and still feel like rubbing that cat all over my hyper allergic face because I will keep loving to hate it.

Called dad.

- Hey.
- Hey!
- Dad, I love ya.
- :)
- How's stuff?
- Good! Leaving tomorrow.
- Good, your fucking cat misses you (with a smile).

The end.