I can’t quit you.
So this morning I was getting ready for work, and I was walking past my cat, who was spread languidly across a sunbeam on the carpet, and I decided to stop what I was doing and laid beside him. He raised his head for a moment as I stopped to pet him, but soon resumed being all chill.
I pet him for a few moments longer, then reached over and gave him a kiss on his head. He then looked up at me, we locked eyes for a split second, then each got up and went in separate directions, as though we were Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal in Brokeback Mountain: “I’m not no queer.” “Me neither.”