Soft kitty...

Something about her always reminded him of a kitten.

Sweet.

Soft.

Delicate.

He wanted to protect her.

To hold her.

To always take care of her.

And for awhile he would.

She would bask in his attention.

She would look at him with those wide eyes.

She would curl up next to him.

Life would be good.

Then he would hold too tight.

He would move too quickly.

He would try too hard.

And the eyes would flash.

The change would come.

Retreating to a corner.

Back up.

Teeth bared.

Claws extended.

She would slash out at him until he left.

He would lick his wounds and swear never again.

Until the day would come and he would see her in the sun.

Content.

Happy.

And he would just want to hold her one more time.

Something about her always reminded him of a kitten.