text: What a lazy day! There is too much movement outside, too much noise. Just another lousy day. The mundane world of humans, aha!! While I see from the window pane of my tiny apartment resting on a couch, everything looks so busy, the street and the people. Everyone’s running, so are the vehicles and so is the time. And there he is, Tom: a miniature sort of a dog and my neighbor, with an average coat of black hair. “Woof, Woof, Woof, Woof” is all he does, such a dog speak. Strolling around with his human dad like always. Wagging and panting the whole day acting all cute, well he is cute but I have a hard time understanding this species altogether. They get too excited around humans. Perhaps they are too emotional and friendly. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just not my thing and I am too smart to handle myself anyways. Suddenly the door creaked. Startled, I fell from the couch. Who is there? I darted across the chair lying opposite the windows. Ears straightened, eyes wide opened, whiskers standing, on tiptoe I stared from the corner of the chair towards the main door. The door opened. Ohh it’s Kate. Sigh! back to normal. Is she early from work? Ohh my God, not again Kate. Please wash up, and change your clothes. Why do you feel this need to straight up jump on me after coming from work, take a chill girl? This is an invasion of my privacy, to be honest. Wait, what? You just said hello, a small peck and you left for your room. Hmmm... Okay, something seems different today, this is not you. You don’t understand space and time, not because you were weak in Physics, that you were but it’s just your thing. What about petting me and kissing me till the end of the time, asking me what I did the whole day in a weird tone where you think I specifically understand that tone, I do but that’s just weird mumbling of words. Something is wrong with you today. You are not you. You are so quiet. This is unusual of you. Ohhh I am sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Patts. Not the petty pet but the patty cat. I have this amazing humor you see; it is natural. I don’t know why she gave me the name “Patts”. It doesn’t even suit my personality. Look at me, I belong to the family of great hunters, the gigantic and ferocious king of jungles where they could have called me anything but “Patts”, hmmm. Maybe because it rhymes with KATe. But anyways, I live in an apartment with kate at 221 laymen street in London. Very chaotic, I must say. Horns honking all day, crowded, polluted, and whatnot but I do care the less until the smoke doesn’t make my furs filthy. I hate dirt, but it’s alright because kate’s apartment is clean though she is a mess, yeah, and I clean my alluring golden-brown furs every day by thoroughly licking them, that’s my favorite pastime. I can do it till the end of eternity. Just kidding, or am I? Wait, Kate, where is she? What on the earth has happened to her, this silence is killing me. Where are you? Ohhh, there you are all curled up in the bed, and wait!!! You’re weeping under your blanket; I can hear you sobbing. What happened to her? Should I go near her? I don’t know, does she need some time alone? Perplexed me standing at the doorway. With heavy paws, I walked into the room and snuggled into bed. “Hey cutie”, said kate peeping from her blanket. She collected herself and sat on the bed resting her back on the headboard. How are you, little girl? What did you do the whole day when mommy was gone, huh? She said whimpering, while she holds me gently in her lap. “I don’t know Patts, I am feeling a bit sad today and the sadder thing is I don’t know even why,” she said with agony in her voice. “It’s just loneliness that’s hovering over me today. It’s that one day where I am feeling alone in the crowd”. There was a pause in the air as she wiped the tears rolling down her cheeks. “Sometimes, I am also tired of doing everything on my own, you see.” It feels nice sometimes to be asked for or spoken for. It’s nice sometimes if someone waits for you at home or calls you asking about your whereabouts. It feels good when you don’t have to turn on the lights on your own every day. I miss the sense of belonging, Patts. Ohhh, Kate!!! I don’t know what to say. I am not good with emotional conversations. But it saddens me to see you like this. “I think I am the problem Patts, that’s why I am alone. I don’t have anyone to share my life with.” My job sucks, I suck, and my life sucks! Hey, hey, hey! Don’t doubt yourself this much young girl. I mean see me, have you learned nothing? I have so many doubts Kate about humans. Always crying and whining about everything. See me, I have never caught a single mouse, it’s a shame to our cat community because it’s something we are known for from the legends unknown. The catcher of the mouse, the protector of Earth from rodents, the master of mousing. And here I am. But you still love me. I am more than a mouse catcher to you. You have so much love to give, my whiskers can sense that, ehhhhh. But you’ve to love yourself first, all day every day. It’s good if people are there if they aren’t you got yourself. You have to create a ring of self-love around you as I do. I love myself, I am my favorite, heeehaaaaaw. “But you love me Patts, you are calmly listening to me, I got you.” I do Kate, always. “I will try to love myself Patts so that I don’t fall into the well of dismal again.” “You must be hungry little girl, come let’s eat”. Kate said with a smile on her face. There was an exchange of energy as if we understood each other. I jumped from the bed and swishly followed her to the kitchen.