The Cat Hung On
When I was 19, I started dating my high school history teacher, who was 26. One night, we decided to watch TV at his place. He was lying on the sofa in his sweats, while I sat at the end with his feet on my lap. His cat walked in and jumped up on his groin area. He told her to get down, but she just sat there looking at him. So, I leaned over to pick up the cat and, as I lifted the cat, he said, "No, don't," to me. The cat dug her claws into his sweats as I picked her up, because she didn't want to go down on the floor. He sat straight up, in pain, inhaling a big breath of air with a grimace on his face. Needless to say, things went downhill after that.
— Molly, 27