1From her spot on the couch, Rose stares at the feline judging her from the counter. She knows that, in her head, Muttie is probably calling her pitiful.
"Yeah, yeah, i know I'm pathetic." I shut my laptop with a sigh and get up to pet the cat. "Not like i can focus like this anyway..." Muttie purrs into my hand, and i can't help but crave more of that feeling. That warmth that can only really be given by another human, or maybe a large dog. "What's wrong with me, Muttie? Why am I like this? It's not like its my fault she's upset."
I scoop her up in my arms and kiss her forehead. "I don't get why she's like this. She's never been so upset like this, not even when she was getting over..." I'd rather not dig up that memory.
Why not something more pleasant?
Muttie leaps from my arms and runs off to wherever it is cats go as i sit down once more. Thoughts of jade run through my head. Her hair, for example, which, considering how she was covered in it, it was hard not to.
That's not a bad thing though, it feels nice to run my hand up her leg and feel all the hair, and judging by the cute giggles she always gives, jade likes it too...
I love when she has her hair up. She'll be tinkering with some small contraptions, maybe a music box or wind up toy, and I'll tip toe in behind her to watch. She tucks a fallen, loose strand of curly black hair behind her ear. Sometimes she hears me and asks me to put it up for her. Those are absolutely my favorite times. I get to run my hands through her soft hair and stand close behind her, hearing her mumble to herself. It's easy to smell the lotion she uses.
I remember last time we went shopping, i helped her pick out some lotions. She asked which scents i liked the best, which of course were lavender, orchids, and cinnamon. We'd rub little samples onto our arms to find the scents we preferred. I remember feeling sort of... Hot as she leaned over, my arm in her hand as she sniffed the lotion. It was a brief embrace but it was nice. She was backed off in an instant, asking me to remind her which one that is.
Part of me thinks she only got it because I liked it so much.
It was a nice mint eucalyptus scent that reminded me of her after a long nap.
I like being in her arms, they're so strong and soft, protective and gentle... I remember her kissing my forehead once, as we laid together during a late night of binging shows we've never seen before. She followed with a hearty "goodnight, Rosey-Posey!" That line really stuck out like a sore thumb, as she'd never really gave me a nickname like that. It was still nice, and as she rolled over, i couldn't help but miss her arms.
A soft Mrrr pulls me from my reminiscing, and i look over to see muttie on the coffee table, a plush hanging in her jaws. A beaten up, but familiar face of black bead eyes and a wide grin greeted me, its stuffed tentacles flopping around at me, saying hello.
I sit up from my spot on the couch and grab it from her, prompting Muttie to run off again.
Wouldn't you know it, it's one of those silly squiggle guys.
I trace a tear in the tattered fabric with my thumb and sigh. "Where's your tangle buddy at?"
