My cat has a gentleman caller. He’s obsessed with her.
He waits outside our apartment door in hopes of catching a glimpse of his one, true love.
And, his feelings for Dtula are reciprocated. She sits on the window sill staring longingly at him from the second floor as he serenades her from the ground. She too, is filled with intense passion hoping to be united with this tomcat.
Unfortunately, much like any relationship characterized by obsessive stalking, this seemingly beautiful romance has a dark side.
Dtula is in an abusive relationship.
While this tomcat sits, stares and calls for Dtula, as soon as his love has a chance to actualize, he attacks.
But Dtula is in love. And her love is patient and her love is kind. And her love wears blinders that makes her believe that ‘this time will be different’. Her love, immature as it is, causes her to sneak out and end up in the hospital on Christmas morning.
All this to say, I keep Dtula locked inside. And while the tomcat serenades and stalks and sprays my shoes with his fragrant cologne, she is forced to to watch him from afar… and I, animal lover that I am, am seriously considering buying a gun.