FASTER PUSSYCAT
There were days where she felt older than her 39 years. That much went without say.
Sometimes it was the creaking in her knees that gave it away, other days it was the stiffness in her neck. Mostly, it was the fact that she was alone, rapidly approaching spinster status.
The decision to get a cat was not one she took lightly, especially given het single status. She had fought the urge for months in fact, but her need for companionship finally won out.
It was a de idol she did not regret. Her cat soon became her best friend, a dependent who needed her as much as she needed it.
They would lounge on the couch together on the weekend, curled up together with a good movie. She learned to love the warmth of her cat, and the familiar vibration of it's deep purr.
Sometimes they would play games together - fetch the mouse, or chase the string.
She quickly learned that her cat was a quirky one with a personality all it's own. It had a funny way of darting around the house, them flopping to the floor and sticking out it's tongue.
It seed to be sticking it it at her, almost as if it was teasing her for being so much slower.
She loved her cat with all her heart and realized with only a hint of self-mockery, that she had become one if those people whose life revolved around their cat.
She also realized that until someone else came along, she was just fine with that. Even if someone did come along, her cat would still come first.
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