Stop looking at me

Glenda watched as Brandi shrunk in her rear view mirror. Small enough that she could squash her between her fingers if she wanted to. Glenda usually considered herself to be nice person but this was too much. Brandi had thrown Rusty away and now he was Glenda’s as far as she was concerned. The cat in the back seat nodded in agreement.

“She’s the rat,” he said, “you would have helped her if she hadn’t been trying to hurt your Rusty”

Glenda wasn’t sure if this was the case, she’d felt bad for Brandi but not that bad. The cat in the backseat thought better of her though and that made her feel good. Glenda knew she had to act fast, it would take Brandi at least an hour to walk into town with her smoker lungs but that wasn’t much time.

“I have to get to Rusty and proclaim my love tonight before Brandi finds him” Glenda told the cat. “Rusty, you might not remember me but I’ve loved you for a long time” she practiced, putting on her peach lipstick as she drove, “I love the way your hands gently box up toilet seats in the plant”, “I love the way you pick your teeth so precisely after you eat your lunch in your car while I watch you”, “I love the way your mustache tickles my upper lip when we kiss.” Who was she kidding, thought the cat, she'd never kissed him except nightly in her dreams.

Glenda could tell the cat in the backseat thought her plan was a bad idea but she was ignoring him. “Stop looking at me like I’m crazy and start looking at me like I’m not crazy” she snapped. The cat didn't stop. “Well, I don’t care what you think” she said, “When Rusty and I have our happily ever after, you'll be the one alone crying in your kibble”

She just had to get to him before Brandi and he would love her. And unlike Brandi, Glenda knew exactly where he was.