I immediately requested a month off from work. I timed it perfectly with Michael’s work schedule. I donned my catfish mask, changed into a black bodysuit, and packed a large bag to go steal my dog back.
But that goddamn Michael had changed the locks on his door. I couldn’t get in. So, I resorted to lurking outside his door, waiting for a chance to steal my Naughty back. Thankfully, the units in Michael’s complex were single occupancy per floor, so I never ran into anyone else.
Many times, I could only cling to the unbudging door, calling out, “Naughty! It’s Mommy! Mommy is here to see you!” Naughty recognized my voice and whimpered. I could hear him scratching at the door in excitement. A catfish and a dog were separated by a door, unable to meet. I cried silently, swearing eternal enmity against Michael!
I agonized for a long time before texting Michael. “I won’t take anything from you after our breakup, but can I have Naughty back?”
Michael replied instantly. “Not a chance. Unless... you’re willing to get back together with me.”