Wendy and the man are having a baby. I’ve been depressed about this for weeks. Sometimes I just sit in my little box by the window or under the bed where no one can bother me and I think and think. Mostly, I think about chicken parm subs and that day in the old apartment when I caught a mouse, but sometimes I also think about how much I don’t want a baby around here. It’s going to be a boy.
Wendy has started buying clothes and stuff for the baby and sometimes she likes to put the clothes and stuff on me. And then she takes pictures. It’s humiliating. But she seems so happy and I don’t want to make her sad so I just sit there and take it like a man. But, for fuck’s sake, I’m a cat and this needs to stop!
Do you think I should start sticking up for myself? Should I hide under the bed when she gets back from the store and when the mail person delivers another box from the internet? Should I find a new place to live? Simone acts like everything is fine. But she’s not the one who is Wendy’s little baby clothes model (Wendy says she’s too small).
Miles the Cat