cat and mouse

i sit in my room spooning baby food into my mouth with a teaspoon, wondering whether or not to text him.

he annoyed me yesterday and i complained to kate. usually i don't do that. then today i didn't talk to him, even though i could see that he spent more time in church looking at me than at the preacher.

i flick him between my paws, turn him upside down and inside out. he wants to be free.

i decide to text him.

am i the cat or the mouse?