pets

Baby, it's been seven days since you left. Today, mom opened your favorite cat food can again. Just like always, I also put in freeze-dried food and dry kibble. I'm looking forward to you coming back quietly at night to have some of it while mom is sleeping.
Seven days have passed, and mom still hasn't felt any better. I don't want to go out, nor do I want to talk. I don't care about the human world. After perfunctorily finishing my basic work every day, eating some food just to maintain my vital signs, and carrying out some of the most basic self-cleaning behaviors of human beings, I spend all the other time thinking about you.