Please don't tell me I'm irrational.

[carose59]

The saddest words I know

This is what passes for a crisis in my life:
I’m having issues with my cat.

Spring is here, and he’s a nocturnal beast--
napping in the daytime the better to prowl at night
except

He’s mommy’s boy, and not allowed to stay out all night,
he must be in when all the doors are locked,
when all the lights go out.

He could prowl the house
except

He’s mommy’s boy, and wants to stay close.
So he prowls my bedroom, making a racket, keeping me awake.


He would like to stay out in the mysterious darkness.

He thinks he would like to stay out all night.

I don’t believe that.

He’s mommy’s boy, and at some point before dawn there would be crying at the door.
(Before that, there would be crying in my bed, but that would be me.)
Maybe he would come to my bedroom window,
but either way that’s no solution.


My house doesn’t have many doors.

I could close my bedroom door,
him on one side, me on the other.

Or shut him in the room next to mine.
The only other upstairs door is the bathroom.


I could shut him in the basement.


I can’t shut him in the basement.

I can’t lock him in another room,
or out of his house,
or even out of my room, where he comes to cuddle with me.


There has to be an answer, but it isn’t using doors to say those words that sound like
“I do not love you anymore.”


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