At 5pm on Monday, I expected him home. Nothing. Perhaps something had delayed him, so I waited. I tried calling him, but there was no answer. I still put out his dinner, in the hope that he might be home soon. I called him again, but he still wouldn’t answer.
I was so worried; he was always so loyal so I had no concerns with that. Sure, he looked at the odd pussy, but never anything more. Something must have happened to him. Then, I heard ‘tap, tap, tap’ at the door. It was 10:30pm. I opened it to see him standing there; he didn’t even look me in the eye. He wandered into the kitchen and took a couple of bites of his dinner. He wasn’t hungry, I knew he’d eaten somewhere else: but where?
It was then that I noticed something no woman wants to notice: women’s perfume. It wasn’t mine, this one was skanky and cheap. I was so upset; so angry. He disappeared upstairs and went straight to sleep. I had my questions.
The next day, I decided to follow him. He left that morning earlier than usual. About an hour earlier, in fact. So, discreetly, I tailed him. I couldn’t believe where he ended up: two streets away. Her. The village wench. No wonder the perfume smelt more like diesel!
‘He must be bored,’ I thought. So I decided to go out and buy some toys for us to play with. When he returned home that evening, I said nothing to him about knowing where he’d been going. Instead, I let him eat his dinner and I showed him the toys. His eyes lit up, he was very happy! So we played for a while…
That night, we spent the whole evening snuggling and cuddling. He stared longingly at me, and I at him. I had him back! No more sneaking around.
I’m pleased to say that my kitty cat and I have never been happier! He purrs only for me.