April 4th 2008 8:05 am
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I am a Stalker. When Oldest Lad is home, I stalk him. As soon as I hear his truck, I rush to the door and greet him. Then I follow him. Relentlessly. I sleep between his legs. When he gets up from a chair, I stand up. When he sits down, I try to be as near him as possible.

When Oldest Lad is not home, I stalk Mom. All day long, I go up and down stairs. When goes to the bathroom and shuts the door, I put one white paw under the door; just so she knows that I am there for her, if she needs my help. When she showers, I look in through the glass shower door, so she knows I am watching.

As a last resort, if Oldest Lad and Mom are not home, I stalk Dad. I lay on the futon in the basement where I can watch him while he works at his desk. If he goes upstairs for coffee, I follow him. If he goes outside to his personal garage; I follow.

If I am home alone, I am crated. I sleep or ponder my obsessions. Is that how I will end up someday? Crated permanently? Is that what happens to Stalkers?