The Letter 'F'

[F]eline.

Three days passed like a mecha-trans[f]ormation and just as o[f]ten. All systems were GO! like Thundercats... and the Bosnians were driving me insane.
Sure, they were making me look pretty [f]ierce, but still insane.
They smiled and smeared me with creams and salves and balms and acids. I was even on some ridiculous diet they'd devised.

But this place had everything.
And it had everyone.

I went up to the In[f]ormation Center just to make sure he was here.
Which he was.

So I wanted to be changed.
I wanted to be beauti[f]ul.

I had to [f]ind him.

Just like a cat, he didn't come when called.
No matter how [f]ar or near, he didn't come.

I had to [f]ind him.