Rubik's cube cat
The cat conundrum
He will ask you to love him, and then claw you when you do.
He will ask you to feed him and get irritated when you ask for a kiss in return. He stays at the top of his opera game, and sings his heart in cacophonous meows near your pillow while you sleep, and as soon as you stir to pet him, the monstrous cat will flee. He will meow like a banshee again, far from your reach, until you wake up, curse your life and give him a smile.
Then he'll roll into a ball, near your feet, it'll melt your heart and you'll dive in for a kiss, a cuddle, touch of soft fur..and he'll ignore you, look the other way and not care if you kiss him..make you feel like a desperate loser, begging for attention.
What do you want cat? Can I twist you and turn, put you in a pattern? A symmetry of purrs and meows and affections. I can just let you be, in your own world..and let you ruin mine, while I look at you lovingly, as you claw my sofas into a threadbare existence.
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