Betrayal

I saw Black Cat in someone else's yard. I know Black Cat and I never had "the talk." We never said we were exclusive. We never talked about expectations or boundaries. I just assumed that Black Cat was coming around because I had something a little special. A little something something he wasn't getting anywhere else and that his time here meant something. I thought we were sharing moments and building memories. I felt harmony when he was around; at one with the animal kingdom. I thought he wanted me. Oh, the red flags were all there: He was very vague about his personal life. He never invited me to his pad. He only came by very late at night or on the weekends during the day. He never stayed very long. He never answered my calls. I figured he was just busy and was playing it cool. I never considered that Black Cat was playing the field and just stopping by when it was convenient for him; 10-15 minutes here, a half hour there when the wife and three kittens were out. It's clear now, Black Cat. I understand that Black Cat has needs. And as much as I don't want to be Black Cat's sometimes weekend fling, I have needs too. Until some other cat, more faithful, more open, more willing to commit comes along, I'm willing to put up with Black Cat's philandering because he takes care of business when he's here.