Middle solitude.
Refrain.
Bitter coffee.
Kitty is getting demarcated from the high-end, far-fetched town of the diligent people. Maybe that’s why the elysian wanted to call. But that’s alright. Kitty didn’t have much to offer anyway, and she wasn’t super smart. It’s alright if they distance themselves. Kitty won’t stop trying though.
Maybe the Mr Toad debacle has ended too. It was super fun while it lasted, and kitty began to genuinely admire him. Genuine, because it wasn’t materialistic. Because she has no clue how toady he actually looked. But well, she never followed the general idea of visual beauty anyway. The glimmer of the previous times is just that, distant and lovely. The obsession needs to be abandoned. Oh well, nothing was ever going to happen anyway.
But daydreaming is lovely, isn’t it? Floating in seas of concocted paradises, while reality crumbles and becomes so distant, that misery is the only reminder of it.
Atleast the sorrow in my fantasies is dramatic. This, purely disappointing.
The playful banters, the seldom serious arguments, the eureka! moments, all glitter. The intermittent trashtalk, the occasional flirting: it surely wasn’t just Kit, come on.
Maybe the reaching out wasn’t purely one sided. Maybe Mr Toad was in it for the half play too. Even though he was a dog person, he certainly loved to see the cute cat. But Kit gave her all. Which is why it hurt the most to be just a preliminary, just a side option.
But enough of this self pity. Kit is better than this. She will roar at such disrespectful lowlies, and know who to stick with. She’ll survive. Not greatly, but yes it’ll solve the purpose.
