my wall of worry

There's absolutely no worse feeling than having to walk the streets of my neighbourhood shaking half a cup of food and whistling for Pepe to come home. It brings back bad memories. And I always end up worrying for nothing, but I can't stop thinking the worst. Because I've already been through the worst. And somehow, I can always tell when he's far away from home. The alley feels so quiet. But now he's home and lying by me feet and purring as I type this. And I can hug him a little tighter and tell him I love and hate him at the same time.