For Astro, the cat

How many writings have you suffered under?
For how many years now have you been
neglected, because of the writing?
You have gone unfed, unloved, untouched
because of the writing.
The words spill from my fingertips
to the page, and you dash dauntingly in
between my legs.
How many homes have you lived in with me now?
5, 6, 7, 8? That is far too much for such a short time.
I move often, never staying in one place for too long
and I have suffered, but you have suffered much more,
and for what? Why? Because I have been selfish.
Your independence amazes me. My dependencies are
delusional. My dependencies are sickening.