Canadutch
I was living on my own in Canada, it was as if Xander never existed and it was a year or two after I had broken up with Jimmy in Toronto. I had to go to his place for some reason and he had this truly bizarre apartment that was all open but had 3 kitchens, one of which was the kitchen I wanted from Ikea. He had a little white cat with orange on one ear and another patch of orange on his back.
There was cleaning products in bulk in the cupboards, and the food was all stuffed in weird places like in the stove and in the livingroom cabinets. The place was a mess, not dirty but untidy… but for some reason I felt comfortable there. I was tired and curled up in his bed. When I woke up he was there and so were my cats. He was being not just civil with me, but friendly, which was something I hadn’t seen from him in a long time. At one point he tried to kiss me and it totally freaked me out.
Then it registered with me that the cats were there, and I had no idea how they got there so I tried to talk him into keeping them. I was telling him how well they got on with his other little cat and that the hair and litter in my house is making me crazy. He didn’t seem to be going for it and I didn’t manage to talk him into it before I woke up. I wonder if that means deep down I wish I’d left them behind in Toronto and not brought them here.
