Superman has Lex Luthor.
Spiderman has the Green Goblin.
Quailman has the Klotz.
Mufasa has Scar.
Batman has everybody and their grandmother.
Every superhero has a villain.
Every protagonist has an antagonist.
Unfortunately, my arch nemesis lives in my own house.
Enter this beast.
Don't be fooled. Sure, it's fluffy and purrs.
It looks sweet, adorable, and downright harmless.
All lies.
It had me fooled.
She would come up to me and lay on my stomach on cold nights
She would rub up against me and purr, giving me warm fuzzies of happiness inside me that can only be created by looking at adorable kitties.
Right now, she's exploring my room, delightfully playing with a shoelace.
Seemingly harmless.
At first it would start when I wanted to sit on the couch and she would be laying there, giving me a look that said, Don't even try and move me. You're not worthy to sit on this couch.
These types of looks would hurt my feelings and make me feel insignificant to the world.
Then, at night, she would come and climb on my bed.
And attack my toes.
and lay on my face, trying to suffocate me in my sleep.
Then chew on my knuckles, so that I had scrapes on my hands when I woke up, not knowing what they were from.
She purposefully finds all my dark coloured clothing and sits on them so they are covered in a ridiculous amount of white cat fur.
The harassment then turned serious when I was wearing a pair of cute, dangly earrings. From out of nowhere, this ninja assassin comes and attacks my earrings and therefore, my face.
That was when I declared war.
Cleo, you may have the rest of my family and the world fooled, but I'm onto you.
Back When We Loved Each Other
If Only I Realized That Look On Her Face Was One Of Loathing
