The Lonely Cat

The cat waits by the door with begging eyes and wagging tail. He waits for them to open the door and let him in. This is the sixth home he's visited today but yet his hopes never dim. He meows loudly in hopes that someone would let him in. And again, another kick again, another rejection foot has come. He falls off each step, but gets back up and keeps on searching. That foolish cat came to my house. His matted fur and mangled body disgusted me. But because I liked his audacity, his spontaneity, his rambunctiousness I let him in I let him in and I doctored him. I wondered people rejected this cat.... He was so peaceful, so enjoyable, so... lovable But then one day I came home to a pile of feces on my bedroom floor. I thought nothing of it. I cleaned it up. The next day I came home, he had torn the carpet in my guest bedroom. No reason to fret, though. No one ever stayed for a visit. The next day I came home, my living room was a mess. Slashed pillows and billowing cotton Foul urine and watery regurgitation Broken China and torn wallpaper I couldn't take it any longer. Now I know why people rejected this cat. And like all the others I gave him the rejection foot. I kicked love out.