He just came out of
nowhere. My parents let him stay because they knew he had a hard life.
God only knows why they took in such a dirty looking thing. He's so
cute though... He may be dirty, but he is so good looking. The way that
his green eyes shine just sends the hairs rising along my back. I'd never
admit that to anyone though.
I have a
reputation to maintain. Being the classy, elegant, and sophisticated
creature that I am, it would be a disgrace for me to admit my feelings for this 'farm boy.' That's why I act so hostile towards him. I mean, my
family just took him in as if they had known him for his whole life. They
fed him MY food and treated him as one of us. I know I've made a few
mistakes in my life. One of them was by getting pregnant at such a young age,
but I've done well since. The kids are happy and fat and the
family is doing great. Everything was going well until he arrived.
His name is Herman.
Whoever would think of naming their child such a ridiculous name?
My name, Dutchess, is far more appropriate. He hangs out at the
barn all of the time. I wish he'd just stay there where his work is-
taking care of the rodents. Every night around supper time, he just
randomly shows up at the back door. I wish he would stay away so this
wave of emotions that comes over me when I see him wouldn't occur.
That arrogant strut of
his and the way his voice sounds is so hot. Sometimes I wish I could
just pounce on him. You know what, who cares what they think? He's here,
I'm here. I might as well give love one more chance... being that I
am a cat with nine lives.
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