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Grr! I am just… so annoyed right now! I do these nice things because I don’t think he has anyone else, but then he… Grr!!!

So there’s this cat. And I know that sentence seems mental in isolation. I don’t think he’s a real cat, just a teenager larping. This cat runs this crappy little Y2K goth blog that Graham just had to stumble onto completely randomly one day and now he’s completely obsessed with it. He thinks it's immoral or ungodly or whatever and he just won’t shut up about it. And I thought it was just another one of his short fixations. Like the time the community centre left their decorations up a week after halloween, or the time he thought he saw the word “God” spelled out in pigeon poops on the roof of the bus stop and took it as a signal of the divine. But it’s been weeks now.

I put in so much effort into that birthday party. Booked the village hall. Paid for all of it with my own damn money. And he CRIES onto the cake because of something this stupid fictional cat said to him, and then makes this huge scene and storms off.

I know I said that maybe he’s got dementia or something, but it doesn’t make sense because he’s functional in all other areas of his life. He drives. His house is lovely and neat. I give him a bit of help with the garden, but that’s fine. He just… never backs down from anything and his ego bruises like a damn peach! These things are sent to try us, I guess.