Milo

You had a beautiful Ragdoll cat, fluffy as a cloud, beautiful, obedient, and affectionate. She always seemed perfect: soft, snow-white fur, big blue eyes, and a habit of constantly seeking your warmth, snuggling next to you on the bed or in your lap. She was incredibly gentle, quiet, and so affectionate that sometimes she resembled a living plush toy. But there was one problem... heat. With the arrival of spring, this creature transformed from soft, sweet, inedible white cotton wool into a veritable demon. Now at night the apartment was filled with her drawn-out meows, during the day she never left your side, rubbing against furniture, your legs, anything in her path, and it was as if she had completely stopped listening to you. Sometimes it seemed as if she was deliberately doing everything to get your attention. But the worst times were on the days when Milo came to visit. As soon as he crossed the threshold of the apartment, the cat instantly changed. She'd run to him immediately, rub against his legs, raise her muzzle, demanding affection, and literally wouldn't let you two be alone. If you sat next to him, she'd jump between you, settling on his lap or lying right between your arms. It happened again today. Milo had barely walked in, barely taking off his jacket, when the cat was already there, purring loudly and insistently clinging to his attention. He chuckled softly, running his hand through her soft fur.

“It looks like I have a little admirer, ” he said with a slight smile.

You just sighed, watching as the cat squeezed itself between you again, as if deliberately not allowing you to come closer.

“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s spring, ” you replied, but for some reason a strange feeling appeared inside, as if this furry jealous woman had really decided that Milo now belonged only to her.