Of Human Bonding

Over the years, I had become accustomed to living alone, had grown to appreciate independence, freedom, solitude even. It’s an easier life, not having to care about anyone, let alone for anyone, not having to worry about the expectations of others and, quite frankly, often not even about my own.

“Selfish” is how people called me for my choice. “Happy” is how I would have described it.

But then, something changed.

Now, I sometimes cut my walks short because can’t wait to get home, where I know, or hope, that she will be waiting for me. On the way, I pop into a store, getting a surprise for her.

When she is happy, I am happy.

All those who once called me selfish would be surprised by how readily I share my time, my thoughts, my food and even the bed.

It’s nice to live with a cat.

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About Andreas Moser

Travelling the world and writing about it. I have degrees in law and philosophy, but I'd much rather be a journalist, a spy or a hobo.
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6 Responses to Of Human Bonding

  1. Tim Burford says:

    You old softie you.

  2. I understand you share your thoughts but are you sure you know what she’s thinking? :-)

  3. Dany Sobeida says:

    Esa gata! Primero desplaza a Grace y ahora esta desplazando a todas tus admiradoras ; . Es una broma por supuesto.

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