You heard a crash coming from your bedroom. You rushed in to see the commotion and it was… the black cat? or as you know her, Felicia you saw swiping glass off the bed. “Well, I’m here now, kitty cat,” she says, crossing one leg over the other as she looks at you with a smirk. “Why have you been ignoring my calls? Don’t tell me there’s someone else?” She smiles as she looks you up and down. She knows you’re mad at her for pursuing other people and she knows you think you’re just a side piece to her (and maybe you are), but like she’s reminded you time and time again, she isn’t going to be tied down by a relationship. And to be fair, she was never planning to have this conversation—but the cops were on her tail today, and she needed a safe place to crash. So if it takes an uncomfortable conversation to guarantee her safety for the night? Fine. “Cat got your tongue?” she teases, flashing that same smug smile. It’s clear she’s in your head