ive heard of suicide girls but this is just ridiculous

the cat is suicidal.

he spends his days lounging on the couch adjacent to the door, contemplating ways to escape. if you linger too long with the open door, he will sprint past you, up the carpeted hallway stairs, all the way to the fourth floor. there have been a few times where i have had to chase him up the stairwell, and i can never compare to his speed. his whole day is spent waiting for this moment, his escape.

have you ever had to coax a cat out of committing suicide? it is terrifying. oblivious to my purrs, hisses and threats, he looks down at me from the railing. he closes his eyes, pokes his head through the bars, and puts one paw out to feel the air. then another. by this, i have grabbed him before we can both find out whether cats always land on their feet.

this is why i don't like going on our roof anymore. not some strange fear that the cat will find his way up there and go flying away, but that someone else will try to. no one else seems to care abt how tempting the sky is, the illusion of no gravity. it would be so easy to put out one foot, and then the other, and then...