Sorry for the negativity.
But I only got 12 hours of sleep yesterday, and I just can’t even.
I’m leaving this letter in the litter box,
because it’s time we address what’s been plaguing me for so long.
You.
I tried to be nice. I really did, against my better nature.
But I see now that subtlety is lost on you.
So here we go.
I know you like me. But I just don’t feel the same way.
I tried to focus on good things about you, like giving me food and shelter and all that. But it’s difficult to overlook everything else.
I tried to let you know gently.
I shuddered every time you touched me, vomited on your pillow, and physically harmed you with bites and scratches.
But you thought I just needed attention.
Do you remember when I brought you half of a mouse to make an offer?
Do you think I enjoyed accidentally swallowing the other half?
So this is it. All in big litters.
I appreciate all that you do.
But not really.
And I’ll continue to take advantage of whatever you provide for me.
But we both know buying my affection is way above your pay grade.
I will see you when I see you.