After My Cat Rejected Me
Language: en
I was carrying a stack of things downstairs, ready to dump them straight into the trash. These were all for the white Persian I had raised since he was a kitten. There were homemade, pet-safe meals I had spent hours learning to cook, along with adorable little outfits and expensive toys. But ever since he shifted into his human form, he treated me like absolute garbage. He said I was plain, that my voice grated on his nerves, and that my habit of kissing his cheek made him sick to his stomach. He refused to take a single bite of the food I made, sneering that he wasn't a dog and wouldn't…