it's hard to say

it's hard to say at what point it turns... when love goes from healthy to weird, or a quirk turns into a disorder... but the kitty was no longer right... he was eating my grains... and actually the two of them were working together now, in tandem... one with his deft paws that could open cabinets and the other with insatiable appetite... and it didnt matter what it was... whether spinach i had just peeled the aluminum from or a scalding orange pepper drowning in vinegar... or uncooked millet grain and pecan dust... things a cat should have no interest in... he was eatin it... spreading it over the floor in mystical patterns... puking it back up and leaving it cold for my bare morning unawakened feet...
he was no longer cat... but mouse... rat, rodent, beast, addict, scavenger... swatting my hand away when he was finished with my stroking... staring in my eyes from beneath my tedious fingers... close to my face breathing his warm breath... teeth in need of brushing... impatient, even angry breaths...
undecided whether the fingers were doing his bidding or mine... whether they served his pleasure or he served theirs...
and sure... gato... what a good question to ask with your heavy eyes and solemn breathing...
...what IS love anyway?