November 3, 2017 PM

Any hopes of scribbling the night away in the pages of this journal are lost. I pause, pen in hand.

My house cat is threatening to gnaw on the bamboo. He also eyes the budding jade plant—our newest addition to the coffee table.

HEY. I interrupt him.

He glares at me through the arms of the thriving aloe.

During the wee hours of this morning, I departed from the loft we share, returning only a half hour ago. Levi Capote, the self-declared king, prefers not to be left alone. It is no secret. But recently, he chews on my beloved plants whenever he is pissed off at me.

Turning his back in this moment, he knows that I am telling on him. We hold each other accountable in the funniest ways.

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