Tony is a cat. Tony.
Tony.
He's declawed, so we don't let him out. But every few days, he'll hear the door open and decide that he must escape. He escaped tonight after it was already dark. I had to shuffle through the bushes with a flashlight in my teeth until I found him. Came within a couple inches of walking into a giant spiderweb while the spider was at home, and he tore a hole in my shirt with his un-declawed back feet when a car passed on the street and scared him.
And how he's outside my room.
Licking my bedroom door.
I know that when I go to brush my teeth, he will want to come into the bathroom with me. He will probably trip me trying to get in before I close the door.
...
Why are you the way you are, Tony. Why?
Maybe we should see other people.