So today started well,

But I have a story to tell.
All about how my life got flipped, turned upside down.

Fuck that, this is too serious a situation to use a Fresh Prince allegory.
I got back from a weekend in LA today, and I returned to my new kitten (Whom I got about 45 minutes before I left on Friday) and I was sitting watching the science channel and petting her, and Donatello sat in front of me on the floor.
[Side story, I've had Donatello for a year, and he's the reason I wake up every morning (and hack his hair out of my throat) and the reason I come home every day. He's the best cat of all time and has the more personality that most people I know and I love nothing on this green earth more than him.]
Anywho, Donatello just sat and starred at me, right into my eyes. Then, he got up and walked away. I started feeling really bad about it, and I wanted to go upstairs, so I put the kitten in the guest room and walked over to him. He thus proceeded to growl at me and hiss and walk away. I followed him to his hiding spot under the table and tell him how much I love him, but he kept the growling and hissing up despite my statements of love. Maj came over (right before I started to cry) and picked him up for me and took him upstairs to my room. He growled when he walked past me and then sat on my window sill and looked out of it in anger.
I let him out of my room because he was meowing at me to. When he started walking out, but then turned around and looked at me and I thought, "He does still love me!" then he swiped at me, growled, and walked down the stairs.
No, I am not some crazy cat woman, but this cat means the world to me and I am a crazy cat woman for him, and this is something that's extremely upsetting. I know its just from her smell, but seriously.
My cat just broke up with me.