Such a handsome cat I am proud to have. Our relationship, it’s a whirlwind. He’s my sadist and Im his masochist. He can only show me love, through pain and violence and I can see deep, into his heart. I long to be loved by my cat, really loved, and I accept that he cannot show me the usual love. I take the love that pains me in more ways than one, and grow to accept and appreciate and even long for the pain, because it’s through pain, scratches, biting and blood drawn that I feel closest to him. I bask in the warmth of his love, as blood congeals on my arms and claws dig into my flesh. We breath a sign of disgruntled satisfaction and retreat to either side of the room, to either like our wounds or our paws. Our eyes locked, and I know that this is real love.
I love my cat, Vladimir, and I always will.