I have a new roommate for a few days and she’s brought a black cat with her named Hans Solo. <\/p>\n
I don’t want a cat around because some of my friends and clients are allergic to cats, but oh well, we’ll keep a stiff upper lip. Mustn’t grumble.<\/p>\n
The door to my room doesn’t close so I have to pile weights against it if I want to keep it shut. Unfortunately, when I leave my room, there’s no way to keep it closed. So I keep coming home and Hans Solo is perched on my window sill looking out at the Hollywood Sign. <\/p>\n
I yell at it and chase it out but it has no fear of me. It just stands there twitching his tail. He knows I’m harmless. <\/p>\n
At night, Hans Solo throws himself against my door, yowls, claws, scratches and wages holy war to get inside my chamber. He doesn’t realize that I have the door barred by two ten-pound weights. One ten-pound weight is not enough to keep him out. <\/p>\n
I haven’t picked up the cat yet (and I’m not allowed to let him outside). I like cats and dogs but I refuse to get close to Hans Solo because I want to regard him solely as a nuisance and I want to stay resolute in my desire to see him gone. When he wakes me up at night waging jihad against my door, I feel rage, but I also feel stirred and softened and I want to let him in and I want to cuddle with him. Must stay strong. When I catch him in my room during the day, I sometimes feel angry, but I’m confused because I kinda like having him around. I want to pick him up and pet him and hear him purr. <\/p>\n
The last time I had these confusing feelings was when I had a girlfriend. <\/p>\n
Solo’s owner is awesome. The kitchen is a sparkling white I’ve never seen before. The living room is vacuumed. The whole house is spruced up. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have a new roommate for a few days and she’s brought a black cat with her named Hans Solo. I don’t want a cat around because some of my friends and clients are allergic to cats, but oh well, … Continue reading