Why Cats are Better than Men

Title: "Why Cats are Better than Men"
Author: mlady_rebecca ( mlady_rebecca @ livejournal . com )
Fandom: Anita Blake
Type: Ficlet
Written: 11/xx/2004
Disclaimer: I don't own any of LKH's wonderful characters. Just borrowing them for a few moments. For entertainment purposes only.
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: Anita/Nathaniel/Micah
Spoilers: Written post-ID, but no particular spoilers.
POV: first person, Anita
Warnings: Anita may be slightly OOC
Author's Note: Jodi, Thanks for the "thumbs up"!!
Archive: http://home.comcast.net/~mlady_rebecca/ab_fics.html

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I was in a horrible mood. Nothing bad had happened. Nobody had said something to offend me. Nothing was wrong.

There was no guilty party. No one I could shoot. No one I could beat. No one I could yell at.

There was no problem to be resolved. Nothing broken that needed fixing.

But I was still in a mood.

The traffic moved too slow. The air was too cold. The night stars were twinkling in a way that made things worse.

I sat in my jeep staring at my house. There were no cars in the driveway, and the house was dark, so I probably had the house to myself. I was simultaneously relieved and pissed. I didn't want company, but I didn't want to be alone.

This was the type of mood a run wouldn't help. Throwing something wouldn't help. The expensive ice cream in the back of the freezer wouldn't help.

The house was empty - figures.

I went to my bedroom and changed into my favorite t-shirt with the baby penguins. I looked at Sigmund. A few years ago he was enough. He was strong enough to handle the weight of my problems.

He was no longer enough.

I wanted someone ... but I didn't want an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on. I didn't want someone to distract me with conversation or furious animal sex.

I curled up on the bed alone. The tears and the anger were equally fighting for control.

I felt the bed dip and the anger won.

"Don't you dare ask what's wrong or I'll hang your pelt on the wall!"

I opened my eyes to nothing but black fur. Nathaniel settled down in front of me, never so much as looking me in the eye. I felt the bed dip on the other side and a second furry body pressed against my back.

The anger bled away and silent tears came.

"Thank you," I whispered before wrapping myself around Nathaniel, clinging to him like he was the only steady thing in my world.

Micah moved closer and purred. The sound vibrated down my spine. After a few seconds, Nathaniel's answering purr joined him. I lay in the dark between two oversized pussycats and cried myself to sleep.

Ronnie sent me a joke one time about cats being better housemates than men. Two of my lovers are both.