Cat Diary Chronicles
What are the cat diary chronicles? These are two diaries found in a storage locker by storage locker pickers. The author of the diaries is now deceased. I thought it would be fun to share them. All traceable names will be changed. We will be starting with the Siamese Diary.
Last night I saw you, and it seems like an eternity again. If you know how nervous I was-I was ready at 4pm=only two hours early. I wanted it to be perfect. I was so frightened that you wouldn't show.
I didn't see you enter the BART station (train)-how did you slip past? How did I not sense your presence as I usually do? I wanted to be so on time and still we lost 20 minutes ARGHHH! It was cold, but I was words that you might move to Italy-that's so far away. That it took 25 years to meet you and that soon you might be gone. I think I was able to conceal my dismay-that I wouldn't see you again. I wanted to grab you and say "NO!", but I tried to rationalize. How me.
What about your cats? leave them with your Mom? They'll miss you. Take them along. Oh Lord-why go? Is here such a bad place? I want you so desperately that I can't express it.
The show as ok-but being with you was so much better. I felt so badly that the seats caused you cramps. The music swept me into a frizzy-and the magnetism is there. But shall we follow it-the next move is up to you. I wanted to touch you, but feared that sparks would fly and that you would panic. IF you had made any moves, I would have followed. But alas, we swayed to the music like two dancers. I am not forward enough to be blatant, must work in innuendos.
I want you so badly that I ache-you are so easy but so complicated. I could have offered to rub your neck, to touch you. Perhaps nothing will come of our horrendous-but I leave it up to you. And I hope I didn't send crossed signals.