Postpartum Confessions: I stopped loving my cat

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When my husband and I moved to South Carolina, we were still just dating. Not only that but we had just started dating about 6 months prior. Kyle knew getting into a relationship with me that SC was my end goal. I just don’t think either of us expected it to be so quick. When we went down to Folly Beach on vacation, I had a job interview and when they offered it to me, I took it and we moved down a month later. It was insane.

It was around 3 months after the move that I got a job at a publishing agency. At that time we were able to get into a nicer place. A townhouse. With the odd hours we worked, Kyle would drive me into work early in the morning. Then, he would meet me at my job and I would take a break to run him to work before driving back to work myself. I’d go pick him up late at night, early in the morning, we’d drive home and do it all again. We didn’t see much of each other this way. We mostly were just struggling to make it work. And somehow, we did.

Nights were lonely. I remember one evening, Kyle must have had the day off. He was waiting to pick me up from work and went over to the pet store. He picked me up and told me of the small black kitten he had found.¬†She’s so sweet, he had said. We went back together. We played with this cute, outgoing kitty cat. We liked her. We sat on it for the night and went back for her the next day. Her name is Natasha, and years later, she is still ours.

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Life Or Death

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It blew its hot breath in my face
The clamminess of it sent shivers down my spine
I could tell by its methodical gaze
That it weighed my life in its claws.
Life…
Death…
Which would it choose?
The breath I dared not breath
Burned in my chest, just begging
Begging me to open my mouth
But I knew if I answered this request
I would be a dead man.
I kept as still as a statue
Or pretty damn close
As its tail slithered around me
And it jabbed at me with its nose.
Life
Or
Death
Which would it choose?
My eyes risked themselves
As they looked around
At the armored men
Sprawled out, dead, on the ground.
For that was the fate
When you challenged the beast.
A certain death
As it sears the meat
Off your bones
In a fire tornado.
Oh the cities its burned!
The lives it takes
It rules the earth
With the most ferocious beauty.
My life
My death
Which will it be?
I sense the final decision being made
As it rears its scaly head toward my face.
Its nostrils flare with each breath
Like it takes pleasure
Playing with death.
Its tail slaps rhythmically
On the floor of the cave
Sending little tremors
Up my legs.
The eyes stare into me
The pupil’s a black diamond
It searches my eyes like it’s asking me a question.
Its eyes burst with lime green and yellow
Dancing like the fire it breaths
Around its unique pupils.
Its claw reaches to my face
And the breath I’ve held
Gives way.
The colors in its eyes
Snap and crackle
As it breathes out its toxic flames.
Life…
Death…
It’s all the same.

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