My Sophie

My Sophie is like no other.

I've heard stories of her kind before: usually independent, strong-willed, and beyond a doubt capable. These stories almost always attached a sign of warning, to be extra careful not to get onto the bad side of one of them, as it usually ends poorly for me and others in my place.

But like I said before, my Sophie's different from them. She's irresistibly cute, and despite my attempts of getting her to fend for herself, I find myself caring more and more for her; she's unbelievably needy and I guess that's a sign of weakness on my part. I can't NOT care for her...who can resist those beautiful eyes?

What's worse, I find myself completely entranced by her. When she's there with me, I can't focus. I try, and I fail. I try again, and I find myself playing, spending time with her again. But on top of it all, I don't feel guilty in not doing my work, as I'm loving every waking moment with her. It's hard to say exactly why; in fact, it's frustrating me to no end. Is it Love?

She, however, does not always reciprocate. Her mood constantly fluctuates, leaving me in a quandary to guess the correct method of approaching her. There are times in which she has scratched me with her nails, bit my fingers to get me to stop, forcing me to rethink/reconsider my actions and choices. Whether it is in retribution, or merely out of spite, it hurts me more than any pain a stranger could inflict.

Why do I do this to myself? It's interesting to think of cases and pointing out everyone else's problems, but I guess when it happens to me, I don't process it as easily, nor do I realize what I've gotten myself into. I suppose the devotion gets me somewhere, or does it?

I guess my kitten isn't as different from the others as I thought.