Stalking is something that happens to other people. You know famous people, important people. I never figured that would be me. She is beautiful, I will admit, and I suppose I'm partly to blame for my situation. I took pity on her and friended her because...well she lives with a bunch of real dogs.
Now I find her waiting for me when I get home. She appears from out of nowhere whenever I venture outside. She boldly shows her affection for me and tries to force her way into my home. To get my attention, she throws herself at my feet, and when I try to leave her, she chases me down and trips me. She even attacked my hubby.
To make matters worse, she lives next door and can scale the fence in two seconds flat. Who knows...I may have to become a hermit. Where is the "unfriend" button?
|This is the face of a stalker!|
|She really is beautiful.|
You know I'll find you!
Her moods can be as explosive as the pistol she was named for, but in all fairness to the lovely Beretta, she has calmed down some, and I no longer fear a feline home invasion. Maybe living with six humans and a pack of dogs is sometimes just too much for her and she needs a little one-on-one with a cat person. I can understand...that would make me a little nuts too. I guess she could use a friend.