1 Min Fiction #8

What did I not do to stop you from going away today? Scratched your hand, dropped a hairball or two all over your pristine suit, knocked over your coffee and chewed your bag strap. Still, you’re determined to leave me, huh?

Now I’m gonna sit in front of your car and glare, till you don’t scoop me up and carry me inside.

Hmm… Some tuna and a back-rub might make me consider forgiveness for making me work so hard in the morning.

Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction Challenge.

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