Dear Cat

Dear Cat,

Maybe I will have you. Maybe I will not.
I change my mind about you once every ten days.

I only feel like you when I'm a little down,
when my fragile ego wails,
when realisations make me feel small and hurt,
when I juggle anger and fear in my soul.

But my husband gives me love, keeps me distracted too much.
I'm not lonely enough to be committed to wanting a cat.

That's my problem.