Painter is a cat. I am a dog.
When a dog fucks up and is punished by its owner, the dog comes back over and over looking for forgiveness and to rejoin the pack. If you want to break a dog, isolate him. Tie him to a tree. Eventually, his spirit breaks.
He simply wants to love you, be accepted, and be loved. He wants to belong. You own them.
But a cat?
You don’t own cats, cats own you. At least that is what Painter claims.
If you mess with a cat, she doesn’t forgive. She waits for you to come back – preferably with sushi.
And then, although the cat might take the sushi, she will still put a hairball in your shoe.
Painter always claimed to be a cat – with claws. She will come back when and if she decides it’s time.
This is why we agreed from the beginning, I would stay only as long as she would have me.
As such, I respected Painter’s nature and left when she asked…but I still want to belong. In the meantime, I’m free to wander.